#i went from sketch to this state in literally like 90 minutes

[getvalentined]

Okay, maybe you people do understand the lights above the Arby's.

Goodnight, tumblr. Goodnight.

[mrpenguinpants]

Genshin: University AU [V1]

I love modern au. Or any “everything is fine, no one died, it’s just a fever dream” au. Half of me is thinking, damn maybe I should answer this serious- LOL HAHA no. That’s not happening. Time to crack my knuckles and let my brainworms take over again.

Once again, this is 90% crack 10% content. I want to switch up my characters from the last brainworm post but I included Kaeya and Diluc.

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Today’s appreciation post goes to twistedwishes. Hey! I’ve been seeing you pop up a lot lately and thanks for the support 💕💕 I hope things are going better for you and you’re doing alright^^ I feel kinda bad for making appreciation posts on crack fics but hopefully this is somewhat funny haha. 

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Genshin: Holding Hands [V1]

Genshin: When you’re cold [V1]

Genshin: Roommate [V1]

Genshin: Royalty AU [V1]

[Masterlist]

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[taglist]  <- if you want to be added, please read this first.

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Diluc

Absolute pretty boy who has braincells, but only if Kaeya is not there. In his mind, Kaeya’s presence makes his room loose 40% of their common sense. He can’t prove it just yet but he’s working on it. He majors in accounting but also has a minor in marketing, logistics’ management, fia- he majors everything business related. He’s going to become the next Elon Musk through smarts or by getting the competition drunk. There can be no contest if he’s the only candidate. He’s actually a hard working guy that overworks and stresses way too much. You have daily “Diluc recharge” evenings where he just hangs onto you while you go through your day.

“Don’t fucking talk to me until I’ve had my coffee,” except there is no coffee - he drinks grape juice out of juice boxes and his only energy boost is when he meets up with you - and that’s his constant mood. So he usually only hangs around you and Jean, since she has childhood friend status and is actually an angel. By default, Lisa is added and Diluc doesn’t mind her but if he see’s Kaeya, it’s full on war paint mode. If he's not busy with work or studies, he's usually with you either in your dorm or his apartment.

He has a fanclub and he seriously hates it and tries to do everything in his power to get Ningguang to take it down. Shouldn’t this be against his rights? But she refuses for whatever reason and makes a whole speech about free will. No matter what he does, someone manages to take a picture and it get’s printed in the university’s newspaper. The only bonding time he has with Kaeya is every Monday, where they collect and burn all the universities newspapers before anyone can get their hands on it. You always bring marshmallows to make smores during their arson activities.

“When I graduate I’m going to burn this school down to the ground. That’s not a threat it’s a promise.”

Ningguang

Is secretly the leader of the Diluc fanclub - not that she likes Diluc, she’s in a questionable platonic poly marriage with you and Beidou - but it was the easiest way to gain funds for the student council. Which she is the president of, so rip Diluc the fanclub stays. Ruthless business woman I tell you. But she can run in heels so her danger factor rises by at least 20%.

Majors in social sciences and law but more specifically the political science & government. She saw the Imperial State Crown that the Queen of England wears and says yes, that’s mine now. If she’s not with Beidou and you planning on “how to infiltrate the state government just for lols”, then she’s with Keqing, Ganyu, and Zhongli discussing student council things. Should they or should they not tell the student body that they can see everyone’s search results? Sit back and relax as the school goes into chaos. 

She’s probably the scariest person on campus No, she is the scariest person on campus. She’s the scariest person on campus. But secretly she’s popping 20 aspirins just to make it through a night. She has the digestive system of steel. She still holds the title of "seriously do not try and beat her in a drinking game it's never going to happen" and that's her proudest achievement in life but sadly she can’t put it on her resume. Kaeya is still trying to beat her out of spite but so far it hasn't been working. You’re seriously concerned for her when she get’s challenged but Beidou gives you a way-to-hard slap on the back and cheers her on. If Ninngguang somehow get’s alcohol poisonings she’ll somehow find away to make a profit out of it.

"I'll let him die, I'll get the insurance money."

Kaeya

One day he chugged too much mouth wash, passed out, and somehow woke up in university majoring in law. His idea is that if he is apart of the law, he can therefore stand above it. To be fair, his only goal in life is to say “I am the manager” and he can go live the rest of his life in bliss or as a hermit. He’s secret best friends with you but wouldn't be caught dead beside you. He will stab a bitch if you ever get hurt but will still trip you on the way home. Seriously, you have no idea why people find him attractive. Your guess is it’s the eye patch or the clap of his ass cheeks that keeps alerting everyone.  

He’s apart of the newspaper club and if anyone asks: No, he has no idea who keeps taking all the newspapers and burns them in the back of the campus. Originally, he joined because he was nosy and needed to join some type of club for his resume. He sometimes feels bad for his junior assistant Amber because he keeps tricking her and says that Diluc is secretly a demon that is trying to steal all the jobs and is apart of the lizard government hell bent on eradicating the human race. He even brought out a whiteboard for this joke, he’s dedicated to his job ok? 

The type of guy to try and be humble and say his work is “okay” but will choke a bitch if anyone agrees. He tends to leave everything last minute and says that it’s his drug since actual drugs could land you one year in prison and a maximum penalty of $2,000. You have to awkwardly hold in your concerned mother head shake when you see him speed running his assignment literally right when the professor is walking around to check if students finished. 

“I was taught how to lead not to read.”

Mona

Broke wallet #2. Zhongli is broke wallet #1 but Childe simps for him so is he really a broke wallet at this point? In this essay, I Mona Megistus, will explain why I have the rights to the title “Broke Wallet #1″...

Believes that astrology should be an actual career path but refuses to take astronomy as her major. I can read the stars not a textbook that tells me how to calculate the mass of the sun divided by the fucks I give. Instead she went into Philosophy and cries to Albedo, who is an actual prodigy genius- sir lend some braincells to everyone else please?, that her professor keep turning her paper down because “star reading” is not an academic source.

Fischl wants her to join the occult club because, surprisingly, Mona is very good at telling people’s fates through her crayon sketch ouija board. She thinks first year Fischl is cute but is put off by the cosplay roleplay that she has going on. She would join except that stupid hat wearing gremlin in her lit class would make fun of her if he found out.

You gave her half your lunch one day and bought her a doughnut "because she seemed upset" and "out of the goodness of your heart" whatever the hell that means. She thinks you pensioned it but once that thought comes she takes a bite. Poison from a doughnut is not the worst way to go out, classes are hard enough. She’s waiting for the lord to strike her down anyways. 

“Its not about passing, its about doing better than everyone else.”

Venti

Slept through most of highschool and people question how he got into university. He’s a music major (wow how fucking original is that), and if anyone asks him to serenade someone or just do anything, he’ll do it for the right price. Or if you buy him alcohol because he still keeps getting ID checked. He’s banking on Kaeya actually becoming a lawyer or being on good terms with Diluc so he can finally stop being arrested for looking like a toddler.

Takes one step into classes and quickly nopes out and goes back to bed. Professors have no idea how he hasn't dropped out or failed. He just has some god given talent. He does whine at you to pretty pretty please with a cherry on top tutor him because you're such an angel and would never leave your poor but awesome best friend hanging right? He needs to get this essay down but how he is suppose to explain how the number 10 is symbolic and connects to the universe or the meaning of life. Do you think he can just say it’s apart of his culture and make up some random myth to pretend it looks like he knows what he’s doing? 

He’s honestly going with the flow and put his brain on the back burner all of highschool and only now realizes wait, I actually have to use my brain?

He’s been banned from most club chats since Venti has the no chill card. Someone says “lol I look ugly today.” and he’ll respond "yup, you look like a cow." and he get’s banned. Zhongli keeps a speed run timer on his phone just to document these occasions.

"Sad spelled backwards is das and das how it be sometimes."

Childe

An actual dumbass that somehow does well. He eats sandwiches with the crust off, this heathen. Surprisingly he’s studying to become a physical therapist but most of his experience has come from breaking his own bones. You’re scared how he's going to be if he actually becomes a therapist. If he'll make bets with his patients or try to one up whatever crazy injury they get into. Everything is a challenge to him that sometimes the best way to deal with Childe is to knock him out. 

This man really knows the way to a Zhongli’s woman's heart. Through micro transactions. Mona saw him accidently drop $20 and just shrugged and walked off. She has never been both spiritually and physically offended in her life. She did take the $20 though. As much as you hate leeching on Chile when he’s basically a walking wallet that probably uses bills as tissue paper, you can’t help but give him puppy eyes while planning on how to get into his will. If he even plans on having one, he might honestly write “whoever wins in a gladiator style duel in my funeral’s tournament, they will get my fortune.”. 

Any sport the university offers Childe is probably in it. Which is how he met Zhongli, challenged him to a fight, proceeded to have his ass handed to him, got a backhanded compliment, and screamed to you he was in love and how he found his soulmate. He's secretly very sappy and has cried and watched every Disney and Pixar movie at least 28 times.

"IM NOT TOO SPICY! I’M A TINY BIT ABOVE MILD IF ANYTHING!”

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God if it isn’t Scaramouche, it’s Childe that ruins the aesthetic. This is why I hate you. Why do you people enable me like this, it isn’t even good. This is pretty much a @ yourself moment and I vibe hard with Venti. This entire post was just to make a joke about the clap of Kaeya’s ass cheeks alerting the guards.

This week might slow down since I have classes and assignments. My reply’s are gonna be late too, sorry;; (oh and thank you to everyone that was so supportive and nice when I mentioned it. All of you. Beautiful 💕💕 )

[karlajoyner]

Impossible (Reggie Peters x Reader)

A/n: This was again another request! I definitely enjoyed writing it! If you guys have any requests please comment them or dm me! Also currently working on an Owen Joyner smut that goes a little more into detail than the last so be prepared! Also let me know if you guys think I should make a tag list!

Requested by: @universefangirl (Tumblr)

Warnings: Smut (18+)

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I sat in my best friends garage listening to her rehearse with her band until it was time.

"Flynn's gonna love this" I said looking up from my sketch book.

"Thanks y/n/n. I honestly don't know what I would've done if you hadn't believed me"

"Well at first I didn't. But you proved your point Jules" I said remembering how I just thought they were normal boys at first. Cute normal boys.

"I just hope she forgives me" The girl sighed looking down. I looked back at the rest of her bandmates who like all guys stood there awkwardly. They all sent me a look begging me to comfort her. I rolled my eyes standing up.

"Julie we've all been best friends since kindergarten. We've been through everything together. This is just another one of those things we have to get through" I said going to pull her in for a hug from behind.

"Thanks. Again. It really means a lot"

"What are best friends for?" I smiled as she hugged back the room going silent.

“You never know how long your supposed to wait in this type of situation before you can talk again you know?" (If you know where that's from I love you) Luke said making my head whip towards him.

"Maybe a little longer" The brunette spoke making me facepalm.

I looked back at the group nervously to see them giving me a thumbs up. My gaze quickly finding the cute bass player who sent me an air kiss. I jokingly pretended to catch it earning disgusted looks from the rest of the band.

"Gross" Julie joked.

"Shut it Molina" I warned turning around to go bring our other friend in. I was startled at the sudden sound of knocking outside the doors. Hearing a few chuckles from behind me as I opened the door.

"Hey Flynny" I smiled using the nickname I gave her when we were kids.

"Y/n? What are you doing here? Where's Julie?"

"I'm right here" Said girl called from behind me.

"Thanks for coming we just wanted to rehearse the song so it was perfect which it's not but whatever"

"No if I'm gonna hear a song from your imaginary ghost band I want it to be perfect so get back in there" Flynn said waving us back.

"All of you. You too" She said pointing to absolutely nothing.

"She's not lying Flynn. They're real"

"Oh my god now you've got y/n/n in on your imaginary ghost band? Do you play air drums?" Flynn's asked placing a hand on my shoulder.

"No that's Alex. I'm not in the band per se but I watch them rehearse all the time. Plus my boyfriends in it"

"Oh so she really sucked you in. So where are they?"

"They're not out here"

"Oh I know" Flynn said patting Julie's shoulder before walking in. I looked at the girl beside me playfully rolling my eyes.

Flynn had always been the logical one out of the three of us. So no doubt this was gonna have to be good. I shut one of the doors behind us while Julie shut the other before making my way towards the boys who stood there looking excited.

"Good luck" I whispered. Placing a quick kiss to Reggies cheek.

"Oh so my best friends just kissing the air now. That's great. What's your moms number again?" She asked pulling out her phone. I playfully rolled my eyes taking a seat on the couch pulling up my sketch book once more.

I was currently working on a drawing for the guys. Something that screams were alive. As Luke put it.

"All right guys you ready? Uh actually can you go over there. Reggie needs some space to rock out and he feels kinda weird walking through you" Julie said. Flynn letting out a chuckle.

"Boy when you create a world you really live in it"

"Just sit" Julie said sitting her down in an empty chair.

"If you'll notice there's no equipment that will produce a hologram. Feel free to look around. The guys took a poem that I wrote about you and put it to music"

"Y/n helped" Reggie interrupted making me smile.

"I'm sorry. The guys and y/n"

“Aww! I wish I didn't have to talk to your parents after this"

“Come on Flynny it's a great song"

"If you say so y/n/n. So when did you go crazy?" She asked placing a hand on her knees.

"It's called Flying Solo. Hope you like it" I smiled upon hearing the opening notes of the song.

J- If I leave you on a bad note

Leave you on a sad note

I know all your secrets

You know all my deep-dish

Guess that means some things they never, they never

Change...

We both know what I, what I, what I

Mean...

When I look at you it's like I'm looking at me

I looked up from my book when Flynn let out a scream signalling she could finally see them.

All- My life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo

My life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo without you

Hey! yeah-e-yeah

Hey! yeah-e-yeah

My life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo without you

I grinned at Flynn who gave me a horrified look.

"Are you seeing this?" She whispered. I only nodded giggling at her reaction.

J- Yeah, you know who I'm likin'

Way before I liked them, duh...

Cause you liked them first

And if somebody hurts you

I'm gonna get hurt too

That's just how we work, yeah, that's just how we work

It will never

Change...

We both know what I, what I, what I

I bit my lip watching my boyfriend sing at a close proximity with Luke. Something that I'll never get used to. But definitely enjoyed. When they finallly separated Reggie sent me a wink as he sang the chorus. Luke gradually making his was over to me sitting down on the armrest beside me.

My life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo

My life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo without you

I chuckled as Luke scared Flynn. Instinctively I smacked his arm. Earning a confused look coming from the girl as Julie pulled her away towards Alex and Reggie.

Hey! yeah-e-yeah

Hey! yeah-e-yeah

I watched closely as Flynn attempted to touch my boyfriend only to have her hand go right through him.

"Weird right?"

"They're ghost!" "Oh we prefer musician spirits"

"But y/n" Flynn said pointing at me.

"We don't understand it either. But she can see and touch them. It's not the same for both of us" Julie explained showing how her hand went through Reggie as well.

“Julie so does this mean you're joining the our band?"

"Umm actually I think you're joining her band"

"I'm gonna go with what she said" Julie said sticking a hand out for me. I grinned taking it.

My life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo

My life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo without you

Julie sang the three of us dancing along.

"You're crazy" Flynn mouthed to me making me smile wider. She tilted her head to the side pointed at the bassist who had his focus on me.

Hey! yeah-e-yeah

Hey! yeah-e-yeah

I moved away from the two girls to let them have a moment. Reggies bass playing coming to a halt. Instinctively I moved to his side. His arm finding my waist and pulling me close. A chuckle leaving his lips.

My life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo without you

Julie harmonized coming forehead to forehead with Flynn.

"Still wanna talk to our parents?"

"No I'm good" Flynn said the two girls hugging.

"Bring it in y/n/n!" Julie said opening her arms wider. I smiled kissing Reggies cheek before rushing to engulf my best friends in a group hug.

"I'm really glad Flynn enjoyed the song today" I spoke after a long day. I was finally able to sit in at my desk and continue drawing in my sketchbook.

With Reggie present in the room as well. Like most nights.

"I did too. She seems like a cool girl"

"Oh she is Reg. She was literally my first ever friend and with Julie the three of us have been inseparable since" I explained to my boyfriend who moved his arms behind his head.

"Well then I guess I'll have to get to know her better. For your sake of course" He said the room falling into a comfortable silence with exception of my soft music playing in the background.

Ed Sheeran to be exact. He had easily become one of the boy's favorites new artist. So when they hung out in my room I played him a lot. Along with other artists of course.

It had been about 15 minutes of my pencil hitting the paper when I finally looked up to see Reggie gazing at me.

"Have you been staring at me this whole time?"

"Maybe"

"Why?" I asked.

"Because your adorable"

"Really Reg. Look at you. Your a hot teenage ghost rocker from the 90's and you think I'm adorable" I giggled.

"I love your laugh" He stated my cheeks immediately heating up.

"Thanks" I smiled shyly.

"I love you" He spoke again. My heart stopping.

That was the first time either of us had said that. Since the night I met them in Julie's garage to now. Those were the last words I never expected anyone to say that wasn't family or Julie or Flynn.

Upon not hearing a response the look on his face dropped as he pulled himself to the edge of the bed in front of me.

"I-I mean you don't have to say it b-back I was just thinking out loud but like I could have been t-talking about anything like pizza. I love pizza. P-pizzas good well except pineapple pizza kinda of sort of. Actually you know what's really good cheese pizza that's nice I really like it-" I quickly cut him off by placing a tender kiss to his lip. Feeling his hands cup my cheeks the warmth of them making me feel safe. Loved.

I wanted more of him. I wanted to feel all of him.

Finally breaking apart I smiled at the boy in front of me.

"What?" He asked as I gazed into his beautiful brown eyes.

"I love you too Reg" His small smile only getting bigger.

He quickly removed the sketchbook away from me. Placing me onto his lap.

"Are you sure?"

"I don't think I've ever been more sure of anything my whole life" I smiled as he pushed a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Kiss me" I whispered. Reggie immediately taking action.

I giggled as he began to kiss down my neck my hands flying to remove his red flannel. He was quick to remove it himself among my request. His other hand gripping my waist. I took this as my opportunity to fix myself on his lap straddling him. Like I'd done so many times before.

Our lips met in the middle as we both kissed each other with such force. Such passion. I smirked into the kiss as I placed my hand under Reggies tank top. His reaction something I hadn't expected.

"W-what are you doing?" He asked pulling away to look me in the eyes. I bit my lip giving him a look.

"Oh" He said letting out a breath.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah"

"Have you ever....." He trailed off. I nodded watching his face drop.

"If it helps I didn't really like the guy. And it was a long time ago"

"Oh" He kind of perked up.

"So? Are we good here?" I asked placing a soft kiss on his neck. And another and another. Until finally settling on a spot. Earning a throaty groan from the ghost.

"Yup" He squeaked out making me smirk. I placed my hand where it had been previously hiking it up his shirt. He quickly removed it before pulling me back in for a rough kiss.

"Reggie" I moaned as I began to grind on him only earning a soft whimper from the boy. Thankful my parents were out of town. Not for Reggies sake but mine.

"Come on y/n/n don't tease me now"

"You asked for it Reg" I smirked standing up. I smiled noticing how intently he was watching my next moves. I quickly removed my shirt and bra watching him gulp down nervously.

"Like what you see?" I asked biting my lip nervously.

I watched as he nodded eagerly before continuing. I removed my jeans as well leaving me in my panties before slowly bending down in front of him.

"N-no" He spoke stopping me from reaching toward his jeans.

"W-why not?" I asked confused.

"It's just- I wanna be with you tonight. We have plenty of time for everything else but this. This is different. It's our first time. I mean like not our first times but like our first time together and I-" I quickly cut off his cute rambling again with a kiss.

"I get it Reg. It's about us tonight" I smiled pushing him back onto my bed. Straddling him once more.

“Your so beautiful" He whispered his hands flying to my waist.

"Why thank you Reginald" I spoke bending down to meet his lips. Our bare chest coming into contact for the very first time. I moaned as he toyed with the waistband of my panties.

"Reggie please do something" I mumbled against his lips. He immediately took action flipping us over.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked waiting for my consent.

I simply nodded watching as he removed his jeans and boxers letting his hard on spring free from the contained fabric.

"Reggie" I panted digging my teeth into my bottom lip to widthold from the unholy sounds threatening to escape my lips.

"What baby? What do you want?" He teased pushing his finger against the fabric of my panties.

"You" He quickly ripped apart the thin fabric around my waist letting it fall off my body. Throwing it off to the side.

"Are you ready?"

"Wait!" I shouted pulling open a nearby drawer. I pulled out a condom from a box that had been sitting there for a while.

"Protection? Why do you have that there?"

"Well I knew this day would come Reg. I was hoping it would be with you" I said a smile forming on his face.

"Do you think we'll need it? I mean I'm a ghost"

"Safety first baby"

"Well okay then" He said slipping it on.

"Okay now are you ready?" I nodded as he slowly entered me.

Our moans filled the room as he let me adjust to his size.

"Baby your so tight" "Yeah well it's been a while" I muttered pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Okay you can move" I said giving him the go.

"If you want me to stop just say so okay?"

"Okay" I confirmed as he lent down to place a kiss upon my lips. He slowly began to move until he found a good pace. His thrust moving faster as a spur of moans left our lips.

"God I love you so much" I mumbled against my lips.

"Mmm. Faster Reg!" I encouraged him really feeling the pleasure course through me now. Getting exactly what I wanted I began to moan louder feeling him hitting my G spot at the perfect angle.

"Right there" I spoke feeling a knot forming in my lower stomach.

"I'm so close baby"

"Me too" He panted. We both released our orgasms at the same time relief washing over me as he pulled out. I laid back on the bed watching him throw the condom in the trash can under my desk.

"That was amazing" He said coming back to hover over me.

"It was" I smiled up at him. Pulling him down from behind his neck for another kiss. "I love you baby. I love you so much"

"I love you more" I said as he laid down beside me pulling the covers over us.

"Impossible"

[pluto-art]

- PINKY AND THE BRAIN - EXPERIMENTS -

Below the cut is a personal project on the much more morbid side. Animal lab experimentation is always something I’ve found equal parts horrible and fascinating. Once in a blue moon, I’ll do research on the subject out of curiosity and/or for storytelling purposes. Even as a kid, I found this of interest, and when watching Pinky and the Brain I was always a bit disappointed that we never saw more of what the characters actually went through in the lab during the day. Granted, there’s a reason as to why this was never shown, as a child audience had to be kept in mind, yet still I pondered about it....

Over the last few days, I’ve been churning out compositions based on internet findings -- old and new experiments that rats and mice are put through, many of them humane, some of them very much not. It was an eye-opening journey for me artistically and otherwise, discovering what I’m comfortable drawing and what I never want to sketch again, as well as learning more about this realm of the scientific world.

WARNING: SOME GRAPHIC CONTENT BELOW THE CUT. If needles, patients dealing with the effects of cancer, and general portrayals of pain bother you, I wouldn’t bother venturing onward. I not only drew out experiments that the characters might have gone through, but also describe all of my findings in detail and provide video footage to go along with it. While I didn’t go full-on vivisection or anything, some of this might still be disturbing, so I’m taking extra precaution.

All of the images below are “color-coded” and graded. The experiments start out fairly tame, then get worse... and worse... and worse. The backgrounds reflect this, going from fairly light to quite dark.

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Experiment #1 - Tail Flick Test

A fairly harmless experiment. The subject is mostly restrained, leaving only their tail exposed. An intense light beam is projected onto the exposed appendage, with the animal flicking their tail when the pain/heat becomes too much. This test is utilized in basic pain research and to measure analgesic effectiveness.

I wanted Brain to wear an expression of deep apathy -- he’s done this a million times and will probably do it a million times more. At this point, he doesn’t even care anymore.

For the background, I simply copied an environment in one of the videos I found.

Video example: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BzrA1tDTfkQ

Experiment #2 - Rotarod Performance Test

Another experiment that’s generally harmless. One or multiple subjects are placed on elevated rotating rods so as to measure such things as endurance, balance, grip strength, and more.

I imagine Pinky would enjoy this test, as he’s familiar with running on a wheel and actually enjoys more strenuous activities. Brain, on the other hand, would only participate via sheer force. He’d also be more prone to fall after a shorter period of time, getting tired faster than his cage mate.

Video example: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v56MtrmWAs0

Experiment #3 - Shot (General)

Nothing special. Just Brain about to get shot.

This is all highly exaggerated, of course. A mouse would simply be held firmly, not strapped down, for a simple injection. Also, I can’t imagine why they’d be shot in the face, although Meg told me that scientists tend to draw blood samples from a mouse’s cheek. Need to look that up. I wasn’t at all going for accuracy here, but rather how it might feel -- how scary it would be.

Experiment #4 - Sciatic Nerve Constriction

An experiment in chronic neuropathic pain, due to the central or peripheral nervous system sustaining damage. Under anesthesia, the animal’s sciatic nerve is exposed via skin incision. The connective tissue between the biceps femoris muscles and the gluteus superficialis is cut. The nerve is then loosely tied with four chrome gut ligatures so to occlude, but not arrest, blood flow. The wound is sutured, the animal is given 24 hours to recover, and then both hindpaws are tested for pain sensitivity. Sounds terrible, but it’s certainly not the worst of the experiments I researched.

I have no idea what’s going on with the coloring in this. Again, going for feel more than accuracy, but the hues are way too calm.

Information link: https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/22433911

Experiment #5 - Writhing Test

Particularly cruel test in which acetic acid is introduced into the system, inducing severe internal pain. The typical response includes writhing, abdominal retraction, and stretching of the hind limbs. Despite the test being withdrawn in 2004 for unethical reasons, it is still employed by some.

This was my favorite one to draw. Although the lighting and shading are not the greatest, it made for an interesting experiment. I did not intend for the lines to be so bold, but it kind of turned into an almost comic-style illustration. I ended up playing around with it a bit and like the result enough to post it.

I would not watch the video below if you are squeamish. It is difficult to swallow. On another note, you may find the “Empathetic Behavior: Emotional Contagion in Mice” section in the second link of interest. For cage mates in particular, if one or both mice were injected with the same acid, and allowed to observe one another, an injected mouse would writhe more if its partner was also in pain. I can’t help but imagine Brain and Pinky in this type of situation....

Information link #1: https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3543562/

Information link #2: https://www.sciencedirect.com/topics/biochemistry-genetics-and-molecular-biology/writhing-test

Video example: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ib63O4F856w

Experiment #6 - Transgenic K5ras Mouse / Nude Mouse (Combination)

Experiment in which cancer is induced in the system. Nude mice are bred for a number of tests, and are used for this one, as well.

My least favorite to draw, but my favorite to color. One particular experiment I found showed a tumor in every follicle on a mouse’s muzzle. Was trying to go for this look, albeit exacerbated.

Information link #1: https://www.cell.com/current-biology/fulltext/S0960-9822(98)70203-9?_returnURL=https%3A%2F%2Flinkinghub.elsevier.com%2Fretrieve%2Fpii%2FS0960982298702039%3Fshowall%3Dtrue

Information link #2: https://www.motherjones.com/politics/2012/08/weirdest-lab-mice/

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Bonus:

This is based on a test that I found absolutely hilarious. There’s a certain chemical, called W-18, that’s been on the drug market for... some years. The potency of it is supposedly insanely high, although this has never been proven. It’s basically a research chemical (created at a university in the 80s) with analgesic properties that were shown to be “painkillers or blockers of the painkilling effect of morphine in mice”. Mice, not humans. To quote a specific article:

“... when they first injected some of these chemicals into the animals at a dose similar to aspirin, the mice stood up for about a minute and fell over unconscious. They remained unconscious – for five days. But they weren’t dead. They were still breathing. And when they woke, they seemed fine, other than being really hungry and thirsty.”

They literally keeled over from the supposed potency of it. From what I recall, they don’t even know exactly what it was doing to their system, other than the fact that it knocked them out. I just find it funny that they were completely fine after awakening days later.

Although the pure smell of it wouldn’t cause such a reaction, I liked the idea of it in picture form and so depicted Brain simply taking a whiff before passing out.

Information link: https://www.forbes.com/sites/davidkroll/2016/04/30/w-18-the-high-potency-research-chemical-making-news-what-it-is-and-what-it-isnt/#2c45a5dd4757

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Experiments researched, but not implemented:

- Tail dipped in ice cold water (mentioned here: cold water) - Morris water maze - Porton Down nerve agent test(s) (the worst; not even sure how I’d depict this)

The Porton Down tests sounded so indescribably cruel that I simply couldn’t bear to put Brain or Pinky through either of those, much less draw them out. It was the most horrific of the experiments I found, second only to a story about a French physiologist in the 1700s/1800s who performed, I believe, vivisection on live, six-week-old puppies. There’s a limit and that’s my limit. Even the cancer-based composition above was difficult to create. I legit felt dirty drawing it.

Researching these subjects was incredibly interesting, and I came across a few articles that touched on animal experimentation and the question of whether or not it’s ethical. Should such practices continue? It’s more complicated than a simple “yes” or no” answer. Some tests are fairly harmless, whilst others border on the inhumane, and some are downright cruel. Some people say that, without testing, there would be a lot less medicine on the shelves to assist in relieving and curing our ailments, whilst others argue that 90+% of the time the testing done is unnecessary, the results yielded by the subjects dissimilar to those that would be shown by humans and, henceforth, stating that the inaccuracies are numerous. This particular article offered up what I thought was a pretty genuine and interesting debate on the matter:

Pain in Lab Animals: How Much is Too Much?

In an interview with Dr. Jeffrey Mogil, a neuroscientist, he mentions that:

“You have complete control over everything in mice. Within limits, you can do whatever you want as long as you minimize pain and suffering of the subjects.“

Full interview: https://www.integrativepainscienceinstitute.com/latest_podcast/sex-differences-in-pain-and-pain-inhibition-with-dr-jeffrey-mogil/

While many establishments do follow the Animal Welfare Act, other laboratories still implement unethical practices. Also, the rules for what constitutes as acceptable in regards to tests that can only be performed without painkillers or anesthesia administered is... nebulous.

Thankfully, there is a number of lab testing equipment on the market specifically designed to be more humane and less stress-inducing to its subjects. These restrainers, for example, allow the animal to “walk in” without having to be physically forced backwards into a container:

Restrainers

Here is another example of testing that is relatively pain-free:

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4401362/

It’s simple and inexpensive while still allowing scientists to perform tests.

Below is a video showing how a type of rotarod works, one that doesn’t place the rods too high and provides a cushion underneath in case the subjects fall:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T38fDS2i13k

This tail flick analgesia meter comes installed with a cut off timer to avoid damage to the animal:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JgaStZt143o

So there are options. How often are such options utilized in the field? I have no idea, although there are laws that should be followed and, from the sound of it, generally are adhered to. Not everyone in this business is cruel. Though you do have your occasional psychopath who performs very morally questionable operations behind closed doors, I believe that this is a great exception to the rule, and that there are a lot of laboratory workers who genuinely want to inflict as little pain as possible upon the animal. Just an opinion. I don’t have tons of evidence, but it seems like most people are sane. Lol.

Most of the experiments I inflicted upon Brain because, I think, Pinky is so pure that I have a hard time imagining him sustaining any kind of extreme pain that would genuinely hurt him. Also, he borders on being freakin’ masochistic, finding pleasure in a lot of painful situations, whereas Brain does not. Brain has been through a lot, mentally and physically. It seemed more... “appropriate” to put him in these situations, as terrible as that sounds.

All of that having been said, I never want to do this kind of exercise again. While a lot of it was interesting, and some of it even fun, parts of it were legitimately painful. The cancer one.... I felt horrible....

[19mrs-barnes17]

The Move

Summary: You have moved in with your Aunt in Queens and are starting at a new school

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Part: 1/2

Warnings: anxiety?

Word count: 2,273

A/N: This is my submission for @beckzorz 1k writing challenge! Idk where this went lol, but, I had fun writing so enjoy! (Shoutout to @asphalt-cocktail for helping me out)

You were absolutely pissed. Why? Why do you even bother?

Your parents decided they were going to ship you off to Queens, instead of letting you get a job to help out so you could stay in Chicago. Now, you stood in front of  an apartment building, suitcase growing heavy in hand. There was dread in your heart.

Making friends isn’t easy when you have social anxiety. With friends you could switch from chatter box to complete silence fairly quick.  Sometimes within the same conversation. It was almost as if you had a social fuel tank and the more you socialized the more it depleted.

You’d have to explain yourself all over again, find a new lunch seat, and new places to belong. This made you anxious.

Nerves were spiking and your annoying 13 year old cousin, Alec, was not helping in the slightest. He was playing some game and shouting into his mic. You rolled your eyes as you unpacked, your room was right next door. Paper thin walls. Great.

“Dinner!” Aunt Clarissa hollered from the tiny kitchen. You were still unused to being cooked for, it was almost always you making your own meals. Chicken Alfredo to a cup of ramen. The result varied.

Dinner was quiet, fueled by awkwardness that you felt responsible for, and ended rather quickly. Alec was soon back on his game and Aunt Clarissa began to wash the dishes. You sat in silence, alone. This felt normal. But somehow with people in the room it became colder, more isolated.

Your first day began with a tour from Liz, who you assumed was that girl  everyone just knew. And then, lunch. Liz offered for you to sit with her and while you were grateful, it felt odd. It wasn’t where you belonged. They talked of homecoming and boys, while you doodled in one of your many sketchbooks. You were no mega talent, but, you had always had this itch to create something. Anything.

“That’s really good (Y/N). You should take art here.” Liz was leaning in to study your sketch of a table across the room, all you had so far was one boy. “You should talk to him.”

“What?” It was the first word apart from ‘hi’ that you had spoken all morning, and she seemed surprised. A small smile danced upon her lips.

You turned back to your sketch, filling in details and outlining the boy next to him so Liz wouldn’t think you were obsessed. When you could feel her eyes leave your work, your pencil gravitated back to detailing the first boy’s face. He had kind eyes. What Liz may or may not realize, was that they were on her and not you.

Class felt slow, introductions were not needed since it was second semester, and you were behind on all subjects. So much for relaxing this weekend. Thank  god you had Gym next, at least no homework could stem from that. Though, you wouldn’t be surprised.

Somehow the slow day was better. At least something was going on, now you sat a little apart from Liz’s group on the bleachers. You were currently doing your best to ignore their gossip until you heard a familiar name.

“Spider-Man? Isn’t that the guy who shoots webs?” Liz smiles, but her friends roll their eyes at your lack of knowledge.

“Yeah. He’s like our neighborhood’s personal  hero.”

“And Liz is totally in love with him.” Liz shoved her friend playfully as she laughed and confirmed the statement. The others began to throw questions at her and you started to tune out until a boy, one of the two you began sketching at lunch, shouted across the room.

“Peter knows Spider-Man!” His friend was quick to his feet, stammering over an explanation.

Now this, is interesting.

Peter, who was the only complete part of the sketch you had elected to move on from, tried to cover his friend’s mishap. It was clear he didn’t want anyone knowing about his internship with Stark Industries. You grew curious. Liz invited him and his ‘supposed’ hero friend to her party.

“Oh. And you’re welcome too (Y/N).”

Fuck.

You were the opposite of a party person. You were always in the corner on your phone, no one electing to talk to you. You were not a dancer and knew maybe four people there at least 90% of the time. But with her looking you straight in the eye so sweetly, you found yourself having trouble saying no.

“Yeah, sure. Text me the address and I’ll be there.”

Your Aunt was surprised that you had already had an invite to a party, but didn’t have a car to take you there. You were furiously texting Liz in your last class of the day while the teacher brought up the PowerPoint. 

Liz: Try asking Peter Parker.

You know the boy you were sketching at lunch?

I think he might live around your area.

Great. Now she was just enjoying matchmaking. You replied with a tongue sticking out emoji before pulling out a notebook and pen.

Peter’s locker was directly across from yours, but your nerves began spiking. How the hell do you just approach someone like this? What do you even say?

“Um, excuse me? You’re Peter right?” He was so distracted he nearly jumped at the sound of your voice behind him.

“Yeah. And… you’re, uh, (Y/N). Right?” He seemed to have the same nerves he had around Liz and you suspected he was the same with all the girls.

“Yup. Um, you’re going to Liz’s party right?” He nods. “Do you think I could tag along? My Aunt doesn’t own a car.”

“Oh, uh, sure. My Aunt May should be okay with that.”

“Cool. Uh, here’s my number and address. You’re a lifesaver.”  He slipped the paper in his pocket as you walked  away.

Over Your shoulder you shot him a small smile and a wave before heading to your bus. When he began to follow you nearly facepalmed, recalling that Liz said he lived by you. You sat in the empty second seat, right side of the bus, blocking the other half with your bag. Peter and his friend sat behind you. Your headphones were in, and the rest of the ride passed in a blur.

God certainly wasn’t short on humor.

Peter seemed equally shocked that you were both approaching the same lobby door, curious as to how you missed one another.

“I missed the bus this morning.” He stated, as if answering your thoughts. “May drove me.”

“Ah. Oh, Thanks.” You nodded and walked through the door he held open.

Outfits lay spread out on the bed, your mind doing calculations a mile a minute. Settling on black leggings and a Harry Potter t-shirt (Marauder’s Map), you began debating a jacket. When a knock sounded at the door you gave up and tied one around your waist, just in case.

Peter stood awkwardly in the living room/kitchen, your cousin bugging him relentlessly. He looked like a tomato. You chuckled at the sight.

“Is he your boyfriend? He won’t say anything but ‘um’. Is he why you moved here?” Now you were rendered speechless.

“I-uh. Oh Jesus, just go play your game, will ya?” You rushed Peter out the door, grateful  Alec lost interest. “Sorry about him.”

Peter shakes his head like its no big deal before glancing down at your shirt.

“My eyes are up here Parker.” His eyes widen and somehow turns a darker shade of red.

“I-I was just admiring your Marauder’s Map shirt.” You giggled at his frantic mumbling, shaking your head.

“Only kidding. Shall we?”

The ride is only quiet when Peter’s Aunt pauses or runs out of questions. She is an extrovert in every way and you wish some of that would rub off on you before you entered the party.

“May this was a mistake. Maybe we should just drop (Y/N) off and go home.” There was no way you were letting this kid ditch. If you were going, then at least you’d have company in that corner you always ended up in.

“He’s so stressed out lately.”

“What helps with stress is going to a party. So, we should go to the party.” Ned was anxious to get inside and he was the only one.

The three of you stood on the lawn, gazing at the already raging party within. You glanced at Peter and saw your own nervousness reflecting back at you.

“Not a party person?” Peter leaned over and whispered.

“Not even close. I'm terrible at saying no.”

Inside the noise was  pounding off the walls. Kids stood with actual red solo cups in hand like it was a teen movie.

Some kid was already picking on Peter and it's not even 2 minutes in.

“Hey. You're the new girl, right?” The stranger flickered a smirk  as you nodded. “I'm Flash.” His wink had you staring in disbelief. Why would you be interested in someone who literally just insulted a person right in front of everyone on a mic.

“And I'm, not interested. C’mon, let's go get a soda or something.” Peter and Ned did their best to hide smiles as they passed him by.

“That was great. Can you do that again cause I wanna sell tickets to that show.” A girl leaned against the wall, a small smirk on her lips. “I'm Michelle.”

“We could have a Ted Talk on how to not be an ass.”  You couldn't help but laugh with her at the thought. “I could do it in like two lines.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. It would go something like ‘Don’t be a dick. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.’”  Peter nearly choked on his soda.

“You alright there Peter?” Liz appeared from around the corner, a look of confusion plastered on her face.

He smiles and nods, cheeks flushing. What a dork, you thought.

“Okay. Well... I'm glad you guys could make it. Have fun.” She was gone as quickly as she had arrived.

“I feel like my Ted Talks would have no chill though. I'm told I'm too open about topics that make people uncomfortable. Like periods and such.” Michelle glanced at you, smile growing.

“I think we'll get along just fine.”

It took you a few minutes to notice Peter and Ned had migrated toward the back door. You followed, sending Michelle a wave as you went. They became aware of your presence and their hushed mutterings ceased.

“Its okay if you leave us. Just so you know. You don't have to stuck around. We can find you later.” Peter didn't look you in the eye as he said this, instead opting to stare a hole in the floor.

“Oh.” That stung. You aren't sure why considering you hardly knew them. However, something had you feeling like this might've been your place. Ned. Peter. Michelle. You were a squad of misfits that seemed to piece together.

“He didn't mean it like that. You're more than welcome to hang with us.” Ned sent a sympathetic smile your way before leaning closer to whisper, loud enough that Peter could still  hear. “He’s just nervous.”

“What? Why? Cause of the party?” Ned shook his head and pointed at you. “Me? What did I do?”

Peter shook his head. He really was nervous. His hands were constantly on the move, in his hair or smoothing his clothes. His feet kept shifting his weight from one to the other.

“It's not something you did.”

“He just likes you.”

“Dude!”

“Is that true? Peter?” You felt bad because he clearly wanted to tell you himself. But, you couldn't help but smile at the fact that Peter had a crush on you.

Though you weren't quite friends, you could tell he was a good guy. You now knew the lovesick stares he had sent from across the room were directed at you, he had jumped at the opportunity to drive you, and personally came up to your apartment to escort you to the car.

“Peter…”

“I um…. I'm gonna get some air.” And just like that he disappeared out the back door.

You could see him pacing the yard, looking as though he was chastising himself. It was hard to contain your smile.

“I should go talk to him.”

“No. I'll talk to him. You enjoy the party Ned. Rock that hat with confidence.” He beamed as you stepped out into the yard and gave you a double thumbs up.

Peter's head whipped around at the sound of the door, face flushed.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” Your voice was small. Now you were the nervous one. “You okay?”

“Yeah, fine.”

“Liar.” He chuckles at this. A smile dances on each of your faces. “Is it true?”

Gulp. He nods.

“Peter…”

“Its okay. I get it. You don't feel the same. It's not like we've been friends for years. We're strangers.”

“Not for long.”

“What?”

“Well, Ned basically invited me into your friend group. So I'm not going anywhere. Because, for the record, I think you're a great guy. Also, I expect a seat at your table. Yeah?” Peter's smile widens at the prospect.

“Really?” You nod.

“I'm afraid you're stuck with me Parker.”

“I think I'll live.”

Something, whether it be adrenaline or courage,  gives you the strength to grab his hand and lead him back to the party. Or more specifically, the dance floor.

This was only the start. Maybe the move wasn't such a bad idea after all.

[travel-diaries-blog]

Northumbria & Borders, June 10-25, 2017

During my planning phase, many Fodorites were very helpful and encouraging, as always!  So, I’ve provided this trip report to let everyone know how it turned out and hopefully help someone thinking about a similar trip.  Be forewarned – it may be lengthy

I’m a solo traveler and like to visit historical sites and gardens.  As a Type A person, I like to research trips beforehand and create a daily list of things to do as a guide, so I used various guidebooks and web sites.  I stayed in a combination of hotels, B&Bs and stately homes and will describe them below.

SAT, JUNE 10, grey & rainy

Arrived at Edinburgh airport (although I was starting my trip in Newcastle, I would be leaving from EDI so flew in/out using points).  Found the tram easily (good signage – about a 5 mins from outside the baggage claim area, beyond the AirLink bus stop). Very simple to use the machine to buy a one-way ticket to St. Andrews Square for £5 (there was a tram person there to offer help if needed).  Tram was not full, plenty of space for luggage and once at St. Andrews Square, it was a 5 minute walk to Waverly train station.  On the tram, and especially once in the station, I saw a LOT of men in kilts; not the full gear, just kilts with polo shirts, but all different tartans.  Couldn’t figure out what was going on until I saw a sign about the platform for the Scotland vs. England World Cup Qualifier game in Glasgow that afternoon (turns out the game was a draw).  

Everyone on this site always advises “buy your ticket in advance – same day sales are expensive” but when I researched train times, it clearly stated that tickets can only be used for the specific train they were purchased for and since I wasn’t sure how long Border Control, baggage & transfer to Waverly would take, I didn’t buy a ticket in advance.  So, £40 later, I had a same day, single ticket.  Sheesh – my own fault; I should have just bought a ticket for a later train and then hung out in the station if necessary (advance tickets were £12).  The train itself was nice – plenty of room and a very scenic ride along the coast.  90 minutes later, we arrived at Newcastle’s Central Station.  (A comment on “hen parties” – I had read about these and saw several groups of fancily dressed women getting off trains in Newcastle; some had short bridal veils on; others had “Happy XX Birthday” sashes on; all were very happy.  All afternoon, early evening and Sunday morning, I ran across these groups moving from pub to pub.  Saw similarly well dressed groups of men doing the same

My hotel for five nights was Roomzzz which was literally a 6 minute walk from the station.  Roomzzz is an aparthotel, where each room has a full kitchen.  I had debated between Roomzzz, Vermont Hotel, Hotel Indigo or the Royal Station Hotel and am very glad I chose Roomzzz.  I reserved a Liberty Suite and, after joining their Royalty Club to get an immediate 15% discount, I paid £420 for 5 nights – a great price.  I’m usually so tired after a full day of sight-seeing that I don’t go out at night, so having a fridge, microwave, etc and comfortable seating to watch TV was important to me.  My suite was on the 3rd floor (elevator or stairs) and was great – separate bedroom w/large TV, living room with sofa & 2 comfy chairs and a dining table w/4 chairs, plus kitchen with dishwasher, oven, cooktop, microwave, fridge and all the pans, plates, cutlery, etc.  Both the bedroom & living area had a cathedral ceiling with beams, a window and skylight.  Bathroom was modern and clean (as was the entire place).  The location was perfect – near the Quayside on the other side of the train bridge.  In addition to the train, there was a Metro stop at the RR station, plus various buses stopped there.  Within 8 minutes walk to the guildhall, bridges, St. Nicholas Cathedral and Castle.  I would definitely recommend Roomzzz.  All the reception staff – days and evenings – were extremely helpful and volunteered directions, restaurant recommendations, etc. 

It was lunchtime, raining and I was hungry so took the shortcut stone stairs next to Roomzzz and ended up on Sandhill.  I walked past The Redhouse and since I had read about in, I wandered in and was their first customer for lunch. Sat in front window booth, ordered a steak pie with pease pudding and chatted with the bartender who was very friendly and interested in what brought an American to Newcastle. He was the first of several people who told me about MTV’s Jordy Show.  They likened it to the US show, Jersey Shore, and said that it has raised awareness of Newcastle and a lot of people from Europe now come there, which the hospitality industry likes but no-one else does!  The steak pie was very good - the crust was tasty and the chunks of beef were tender. While I was there, the place began to fill up. Interior is ye olde quaint (but legitimately old). I enjoyed my pie and would go back again.  Rain alternated between heavy and none, so feeling revived, I left to walk along the Quayside.

Newcastle is a Victorian, industrial age city and I really enjoyed seeing all the famous Tyne bridges; and the way new buildings (like the court) blend with the old buildings.  I had read about the Local Heroes walk and looked for the sidewalk plaques honoring these folks – all nominated by citizens, they represent a wide range – athletes, artists, businessmen, etc.  Nice idea and a good reason to walk both sides of the river from the Baltic and over the swing bridge.  It was neat to walk over the Millennium bridge, but was disappointed that it wouldn’t be opening at a time I’d be able to see.  Since admission is free, I popped into the Baltic, more to look at how an old flour factory was converted to a contemporary art museum.  I didn’t “get” the art, but enjoyed the greeter’s recommendation of the kittiwake viewing platform.  It’s chick time and they’re squawky, messy birds but from this platform you’re at their level and see them sitting on their nests. Saw eggs, chicks of every ages and a lot of birds fluffing feathers before sitting down again. 

It was only mid-afternoon, so I took the Quayside Link bus (which are useful to avoid walking up steep hills) to Haymarket and walked over to Grainger Market.  It was interesting from a historical, architectural perspective, not as a shopping destination.  Lots of butcher, produce, cheese & sweets stalls; plus various sundry shops.  Very busy place with people buying – not tourists.  When I mentioned to someone that I had gone there, they were shocked and said “but there’s better shopping at the centers”.  Guess if you’re a native, it’s not a novelty.

I was getting tired now, so walked down to the RR station since there’s a Sainsbury market there and bought some provisions for my Roomzzz.  A pre-made, but very tasty, ham and cheddar on whole grain and a Nutella croissant made me happy.

SUN, JUNE 11, partly sunny

My mission for the day was Tynemouth – the market at the train station and the ruined priory.  Since I woke up early-ish, I went to St. Nicholas Cathedral – 5 minutes away.  It turns out that I arrived before a special confirmation service which the bishop was leading, so was reluctant to explore too far and intrude.  There were a number of church personnel and volunteers there and each of them said hello and chatted for a minute or two.  They encouraged me to look around and explained what was going on (bishop and adult confirmees); I enjoyed hearing the choir practicing and looked around a bit on the side aisles, but decided to come back another day when I could be a tourist!   

From the Central Station, took the Metro (Daysaver ticket covering 3 zones for £5); per the Roomzzz receptionist’s suggestion, I took the long loop route since it’s mostly above ground and scenic.

The weekend market at Tynemouth Station is large – the full length of both sides of the track but this year (as opposed to last year), I thought there were a lot fewer antique/bric-a-brac stalls and more stalls of new tat or crafty items.  Plenty of food stalls.  I bought two watercolor sketches from a stall that said “pay what you think is fair” so I gave her £10 for both and she seemed happy.  One sketch was a church interior done in shades of red and the other was a woman reading a book on the beach – me!!  I saw an author signing books so checked it out – the book was “Rafa’s Way” by Martin Hardy, who was signing.  My brother is an athlete and his birthday is approaching, so a perfect gift.  A member of the Newcastle United team was there and when he heard my accent, asked where I was from – it turns out that he’s going to Connecticut in two weeks to visit a friend who used to live in my home town.  We had quite a chat and got a nice inscription in the book.  One side of the market is mostly book stalls, ranging from newish books to antiques.  My eye was caught by shelves of Penguin books, so I had a long talk with the stall owner about the different colors of Penguin covers, cover artists and collecting vs. selling.  I bought two books from this very nice man. 

Time for the priory so headed off to the High Street which was busy but not mobbed.  Not a long street, so walked the length to check out the many pubs, cafes, shops for a lunch stop.  Decided on The Priory since they had tables available outside.  Since it was Sunday, Sunday lunch was on the menu and I had minced beef, veg, dumpling and gravy, plus a Strongbow cider and a Diet Coke (to dilute the cider effects!)  Mince was good but the dumpling looked like a huge, hard scone, not soft – it barely soaked up any gravy.  But it was a nice way to relax in the sun and watch the world go by. 

On my way to the Priory, I stopped in the storefront of the Tynemouth WWI Commemoration Project.  Lots of brochures, posters, etc – the project was created to ensure people don’t forget and to recognize the contributions of the people in the Tynemouth area (in terms of manpower).  Talked to the volunteer manning the desk for about 30 minutes, who said I was his most exotic visitor ever…he’d had someone from Romania last year, but he figures Connecticut is more unusual.  Who knew?  I bought a book and spotted a poster about a lecture to be held in Newcastle Tuesday night “When the US Entered the War”. 

Finally made it to the Priory.  Green, green grass – closely mowed lawn.  It’s an English Heritage site and the ticket lady asked me “How old are you madam?”  I don’t really care about that kind of stuff, but that question is never asked in the US so I was a bit thrown off.  I sort of whispered that I’ll be 60 in August and she explained that people 60 and over get the reduced concessionaire rate, so I saved £1.  The Priory ruins surprised me – they were built of sandstone, so over time the wind & sea air have eroded them into sharp edges and odd shapes.  Every bit of stone had softened edges and looked droopy – like dribbled sand castles.  Enjoyed walking through them and the adjacent graveyard.  The Coast Guard built a station there in the ‘80s which was abandoned not long ago;  seems crazy to have a perfectly good building sitting empty.  WWII gun, magazine & artillery was very interesting.  Amazing view of the headlands and choppy sea; spent about 90 minutes in total. 

Walked down the long steps to the adjacent beach – by this time, it was about 4:30 but there were a lot of people on the beach.  Some brave folks went into the water but most were sitting on the sand.  Riley’s Fish Shack, right smack dab on the beach, was doing a bustling business.  I got a soda and sat on a log to watch the waves for a while.  A couple of guys wearing wet suits went in for a swim but no surfers this late in the day. 

It had been a long day, so took the Metro back and stopped at the Herb Garden (located in a railroad bridge archway about 3 mins from the station & 2 mins from Roomzzz).  Their pizza was recommended so bought a cheese pie to eat back at Roomzzz. 

MON, JUNE 12, sunny & windy

Today was my shopping day.  In “things to do” on the VisitNewcastle site, I found the Barbour Factory Outlet Store listed.  I have an old quilted Barbour jacket that I’d like to replace but they are very expensive here, so I took the Metro to Bede and the factory store was about 50 yards to the left of the station.  It’s huge and the front third is regular retail items, with the rest discounted items.  Rack upon rack of men’s & women’s – trousers, shirts, sweaters, jackets, vests, plus hats, socks and a room of footwear.  Some racks were “last chance”, others ranged from 30-70% off.  I ignored everything except jackets but got overwhelmed quickly so since they had a lot of sales clerks, I asked one to help me which was the smart thing to do.  She knew which lines were slim cut, which were shorter, and brought other sizes/items from the back room for me to try.  I ended up buying a jacket and 3 hats.  I spent 2 hours there; as a note for others, they have restrooms just inside their front door and if you walk to the corner (away from the Metro stop), there’s a small store w/beverages, snacks, etc. 

Back in Newcastle, I dropped off my bags and went back to really explore St. Nicholas cathedral.  There were so many things to see: Gorgeous stained glass windows, mostly late 19th and 20th century but also 3 modern windows; many war memorials (from India, Boer War, WWI and WWII); regimental colors of the Northumberland Fusiliers with plaques explaining when & where they were used and retired.  I made a list of all the places mentioned on the memorials so I can look them up:  Karee Siding, Relief of Chitral, Malakand pass, Mauritius, Lucknow, Dilkoosha, St. Julien, Fyzabad, Vlamarting and Hazebrouck.  It reminded me of how far the Empire extended and how every village and city sent men to war.  The organist was practicing, so enjoyed hearing big music while I pottered around.  They have a new café, Dog Leap Café, which opened 6 weeks ago just to the left of the organ.  The café itself is a large room with a soaring wooden ceiling, painted in a red & blue design.  It’s a comfortable, homey feel and there were some church workers having a lunch meeting and two men in suits also having a meeting, plus stray visitors.  Big menu plus daily specials & they’re open from 8-4.  I had a roast chicken and stuffing sandwich w/gravy which was tasty.  It was a pleasant place to relax.  I would recommend that any visitor to Newcastle spend time at the cathedral since it has a long history and is still a vibrant part of Newcastle. 

Way back when, I remember Princess Di saying that she bought her knickers at Marks & Sparks, so I always stock up when I’m in the UK.  Walked up Grey Street to Northumberland Street, which is a pedestrian street full of stores.  Popped into Curry’s to buy a new adapter (very friendly clerk who wanted to know what brought me to Newcastle, where I’d been, where I was going, etc.)  Love M&S, I think their clothes are more fashionable than what we see at comparably-priced stores in the US;  bought enough knickers to last until my next visit!  

TUE, JUNE 13, grey

Today is Durham to see the UNESCO World Heritage site, Durham Cathedral and possibly Crook Hall & Gardens.  An extremely easy, 12 minute, £7, train ride, followed by the Cathedral bus (£1 for unlimited rides all day).  I had read about the bus but it was a bit tricky finding the stop at the RR station – basically, it’s the same stop for all the buses and is in the circular driveway, just outside the station and near the car park.  Bus driver was very helpful and told me which bus to take to Crook Hall after the cathedral. 

Cathedral was busy w/tourists but they were quiet and spread out (no photography is allowed inside the church).  Took the free 11:00 tour which was very informative.  Multiple tours going on at the same time, but even though the guides stop at the same points, they work together to stagger their stops.  Interesting to hear about Cuthbert and the flight from Lindisfarne which led to the establishment of the church in Durham.  Also, some modern art works plus new stained glass windows.  Cloister is serene since most people just pass through it.  I ended spending about 3 hours there, including 20 mins in the gift shop.  The café off the cloister was quite busy and noisy, so I went to the Café on the Green, just outside the cathedral on the right.  Small, run by university students.  Had absolutely delicious lentil & bacon soup with a cheddar sandwich.  Low key and nice. 

Got a different bus and the driver dropped at the pedestrian bridge (Penny Ferry?) across from the Radisson hotel.  A few minutes walk past the hotel and I was at Crook Hall.  I really enjoyed these gardens – small scale, created and nurtured by the two families who have lived here since 1979.  There were about 7 “rooms” which led into each other.  The maze was very funny because as I walked past it to the gardens, I kept hearing people in the maze calling to each other and jumping up to try to see where they were.  The folks sitting on the benches were amused too.  Little silver heads popping up and down… 

One of the things I liked best was the scent of the roses. So many varieties – single petals, doubles, striped, lush and blowsy, climbing, bushes, and they all had a scent.  Some strong & cloying, others spicy, or delicate or rich and deep.  The silver & white garden was petite, but serene – it was a wedding anniversary gift from one husband to his wife.  The garden I liked best was the Walled Garden – overflowing with roses, blues, purples, whites, paths wending through the flowers.  Great color combinations all intermingled, poppies, lots of flowers I didn’t’ recognize, trellises, archways and benches tucked into corners.  All the visitors were spread out, and even the tour bus occupants were busy having cream tea in the garden.   

The house was amazing since it has a medieval great hall & minstrel’s gallery; a Jacobean main room; and other Georgian rooms.  It’s still a family home and there were comfy chairs and books around, so it wasn’t renovated to a sparkling finish (which I liked).  Checked out the kitchen where they were very busy preparing tea but I had never seen an Aga in real life, so they invited me in and showed me around.)  It was large, bright and home-cook friendly. 

I missed the last bus to the train station, so walked – a bit of a hike and I had to ask a bunch of people but made it there fine! I was going directly to the lecture which was at Northumberland University, so took the Metro to Manors.  Was looking at the map to orient myself and a man on his way out turned around to ask me if I needed help and pointed me in the right direction.  The uni buildings are very modern (he said they’re supposed to look like a ship) and luckily one of the professors was standing outside, asking people if they were there for the lecture. 

With such a specific topic (When the US Entered the War), it was expected that the audience would be a bit small.  I counted 24 people but it turns out that this was one of a series of lectures and most the folks had been to all of them.  Two current history professors introduced the speaker, who had studied at Cambridge and taught various place but finished up at Newcastle Univ.  He was wonderful!  A great speaker, and clearly knew all the background and spoke without notes.  I would go to any lectures he led.  It was a little over an hour, not many questions but I really enjoyed it and learned a bit too. 

WED, JUNE 14, grey & warm

I’ve always heard and read about bacon sandwiches (sarnies, butties, etc) but never had one, so stopped in a café near Roomzzz to get one.  The lady asked if I wanted any sauce, I asked what kind and she listed a whole raft of them including catsup, A1, & BBQ sauce.  I didn’t remember reading about sauces so went plain – just butter & bacon on a soft white roll.  Boy, was that good!!!  Probably a zillion calories but wow. 

I decided to go to Beamish Village today primarily because they recently opened a pit mining village section and several locals raved about it.  I usually don’t like open-air museums, since re-creations of ye olde days always seems like Disney.  Bus 28 or 28A, which stopped right in front of the cathedral, goes directly to Beamish and only cost £6 roundtrip.  It took about an hour and I thought the route –through Gateshead and various country towns – was interesting; lots of new housing developments.  At one point, we came around a corner and there was the Angel of the North statue which was smaller and a much more womanly figure than I expected. 

Entrance fee is £19.  Vintage trams and buses, plus footpaths connect the 4 main areas.  The fact that they’re spread out from each other made it feel more genuine.  I started by riding the steam train (because when would I ever do that again?) and then explored Pockerly Hall.  The train is an 1813 coal fired steam engine that was used to move coal cars in/out of mines.  It doesn’t go very fast but is very strong – known as the Steam Elephant.  The Hall was bigger than I expected and it was interesting to see the period furnishings, since they were all donated or found.  The rooms were fairly big and each had at least one window.  There were costumed docents in most rooms to explain or answer questions.  Had an interesting chat with another visitor in the stables about carts, which I thought were two-person drays and he practically snorted and said “no, that’s a farm cart. I know because I used to ride in the back of them”.  So we talked about him growing up in Richmond with no indoor plumbing and working in the fields.  He was probably around 78?  Another interesting conversation. 

A two minute walk on the forest path led me to the colliery and pit village.  Colliery was a bit hard to figure out – very few signs and the guides were doing some kind of repair – but I got the gist.  I did the 15 min tour of the old mine drift – pretty cool.  Have to wear a helmet and crouch a bit since the entrance was about 4 ft high.  At one point, the guide turned off the electric lighting and we just had the light from the miner’s lamp – imagine the dark, damp, coal dust and cramped working conditions.  No wonder their life span was short.  That tour was worthwhile. 

Had lunch (sausage roll & soda) and sat on a bench outside.  Got talking to the guy next to me who said that as a young child, he lived in miner’s quarters, with an outhouse in the back.  He worked as an aircraft engineer and traveled the world; told me “I went to Thailand and came back with a Thai wife” and patted her hand, next to him…. Now he’s showing her England. 

With that info, I explored the Pit Village.  These docents were full of information – many of them had a bed in the front room which was for the man who worked in the mines, since the other sleeping option was up a steep ladder to a loft and he had to be injury-free, otherwise they would be evicted.  (No falling down the ladder & breaking a bone!)  If you couldn’t work, you had 7 days to get back to the mines, or else you were out.  Later, in the mid-20th century, mining companies started providing better conditions to keep their employees.  On my way back to the entrance & bus stop, I went through 1900’s Village which was bustling with people, maybe because the sweet shop & pub sold goodies. 

Overall, I spent 5 hours there which was enough.  I think it was well done and each site was free-standing and didn’t feel manufactured or fake.  Except for the 1900’s village, none of the sites sold anything (souvenir-wise); even the food locations were limited and the menus were sort of period appropriate (e.g. meat pies & sausage rolls in one spot and fish & chips in another).  As a side note, there were lots of well-maintained toilets at each site and benches to sit. 

Bus back to Newcastle and since I was doing a 7:00 walking tour, I got a sandwich from Waitrose, took the Quayside bus to the guildhall and sat in the Newcastle Business Improvement District’s “Relaxation Area” right on the water.  Watched the world go by on the river, quayside & street.  The tour was offered by Newcastle City Guides who are enthusiastic, well-trained volunteers who share a passion for the history, heritage and culture of their city and the cost was only £4 for a 90 minute tour.  The tour was “How the Other Half Lived” all about the poor of Newcastle, how they lived, where they worked, what social services were provided, etc.  It began at the Guildhall and ended at Manors metro station.  We walked down little allies, behind buildings and up hills.  I wish they offered more tours since I learn so much from them.  Sometimes I get so busy doing things and going places that I forget to just walk down side streets and poke around areas off the main drag.  It seems that there a significant number of historic buildings (Grade II) that are empty and have been for a while, with no plans to do anything with them.  That’s such a shame – I would think that developers could keep the façade and turn them into apartments or a hotel; although I guess the developers would prefer to tear the whole thing down and build from scratch.   

The next day I would be leaving Newcastle to drive north, so a few observations:  the people were really, genuinely friendly.  Not friendly to sell me something, or friendly because the boss is watching but sincerely interested in why I came to Newcastle, what I was seeing and then talking about themselves.  Also, Newcastle has so much to offer – an industrial Victorian city that’s vibrant but has a gritty edge; wonderful old & new buildings; very lively; and the people.  I would come back again and spend more time actually exploring the city.

THU, JUNE 15, sunny

Had bought too much at Boots, Barbour & M&S, so had an overstuffed tote bag plus my small wheeled suitcase and schlepped to the Metro which went right to the Newcastle airport and the Hertz desk was at the top of the exit ramp from the Metro.  I had done price comparisons and AutoEurope had the best prices; I’ve used them before with no problems, so that decision was easy.  Remembering narrow British roads from my prior trip, I reserved a compact car, automatic, unlimited mileage, 10 days for $362.  The car was from Hertz and all the paperwork was going smoothly until the clerk said “you are responsible for the full replacement cost of the car which is $28,300, since you didn’t purchase insurance”.  I already knew that I had sufficient insurance through my credit card, but that statement – and amount – took me aback;  I wavered for about 10 seconds but declined all their insurance and was ready to hit the road (in my brand new white Skoda Rapid hatchback). 

Several years ago, I visited homes & gardens in Kent and, with encouragement from annhig and janisj, I rented a car and drove all over. Although I got comfortable after two days, the anxiety the narrow roads and cars parked on either side, never dissipated so I was concerned about driving now.  It turns out that there was no need to worry at all – the roads in Northumbria and Borders area were relatively wide and there were barely any other cars on the road!!  I loved it, zipping around corners and zinging up & down the hills listening to BBC Classic radio.  No white knuckle driving; the roundabouts didn’t flummox nor, nor did the A1.  Good signage, lots of places to pull over and sightsee or let faster drivers pass and GPS made it all very easy. 

My objective for the day was visiting Cragside, a stately home & garden, near Rothbury.  Built by Lord Armstrong in the 1870’s - Victorian inventor, innovator and landscape genius, the house was a wonder of its age and was lived in by the family until 1970.  It was the first house in the world to be lit by hydroelectricity and has original furnishings. There are a lot of rooms to see – at least 3 floors; in addition to laminated info cards in each room, there’s a docent in each room who are like encylopedias.  The rooms were attractive sizes (not echoing grand halls), with lots of windows overlooking the gardens, bright Oriental rugs, oak paneling, Morris-style wallpaper and upholstered furniture.  The overall feel was elegant, but comfy and you could easily move in tomorrow and be quite happy.  The kitchen, scullery, butler’s pantry are always interesting – the scullery was in the basement and the scullery maids worked 10 hr days down there, doing nothing but washing dishes.  Yeeesh.  Butler’s pantry was near the front door so he could see who was arriving; large room (not what I’d call a pantry) with locked cabinets for all the special dishes and big wooden trunks for the silver flatware, plus a lead sink for washing the silver without scratching. 

Quite a surprise to see the Turkish baths on the lower level – steam room, sauna, plunge pool (with blue Turkish tiles) and cold shower, plus wood lounge chairs and potted palms.  Imagine having the creativity to design this in the late-19th century; he used thick pipes and floor grates to exude heat (or steam) as needed.  On the top floor, aside from a picture gallery and room for demo’s of electricity, was the Owl Suite – created for the visit of the Prince/Princess of Wales.  Two bedrooms, private toilet, tub in one of the bedrooms, fancy carved headboard & canopy and gorgeous views.  Apparently, the royals were impressed; docent said that typically royalty stayed at nearby Alnwick Castle, but the Turkish baths and electricity drew them to Cragside.  I spent 2 hours in the house (could have spent more but felt driven to see the gardens, have lunch and drive to the B&B). 

The rock garden wasn’t what I expected (a tumble of rocks with little plantings between and among the rocks) – instead, this was boulders descending from the front terrace down to the river with various landscaping (Rhodos, heather, flowers) with stone steps wending through it.  Wide and long, I gather it’s one of the largest rock gardens in Europe.  At the bottom is the iron footbridge Lord Armstrong built over the stream, which leads to the Pinetum and formal garden.   

I had never heard of a Pinetum, but apparently in the Victorian era, an arboretum or Pinetum was regarded as a supreme symbol of wealth and status.   The towering firs filtered the sunlight and their needles made a cushy ground (although there is path, I did step off it briefly!)  A burn runs through the Pinetum, with a couple of small bridges where you can watch the water gurgle along, there are some mossy stumps and a carved tree trunk.  Very quiet and peaceful. 

The Formal Garden wasn’t huge but it was nice.  I (and a number of other visitors) was fascinated by the robot lawn mower hoovering along it’s grass square, bumping against the curbs and backing up to go off in another random direction.  It was hypnotic, like watching waves; seems very random as to where it travels, not straight, parallel lines but diagonals, horizontals, & verticals;  didn’t seem to be any logic but I guess that over X period of time, it will cover every inch.  We watchers had a chuckle at ourselves… 

Bed gardening is a dying art but they have two large beds in their garden which were being created (filled in with plants) so I couldn’t see the end result but the guide book tells me it involves designing a pattern, edging the pattern with very low plants, filling in the design solidly so there are no spaces visible and then trimming the plants to keep them low and therefore maintain the design. 

I felt like it had been a long day so was ready to go; took the shuttle to the tea shop for a quick snack; and then drove the Estate Drive.  This is a huge loop, one-way, narrow through 40 acres of forest, moor, hillside, lakes, etc.  Passed many sign-posted walking paths which would be fun to do.  (I gather a lot of people just visit the gardens and lands – it’s dog friendly.)  Next stop, Cragend Farm B&B where I was staying two nights. 

A general note about my lodging choices:  I was looking for either rooms at stately homes, B&Bs or country hotels.  I forgot that June weekends would be very busy and a number of places were fully booked.  Typically, the way I found the places I stayed (other than the rooms at stately homes) was by using Google maps to identify lodging options in the vicinity I wanted to be in.  Then I looked at on-line reviews for a general sense and their own websites.  Anyone who knows the area will realize that my route was not very efficient – due to opening days/times of some homes; non-refundable reservations; and no availability, I backtracked and hop-scotched all around.  It’s not my normal, logical mode but it worked out fine.  Some accommodations I would recommend, others not, but there were no disasters 

Cragend Farm’s property adjoins Cragside;  it’s a real farm, complete with barn, stables, sheep, cows, chicken and peacocks and a renovated house.  Since I was their only guest (they have 2 rooms & a cottage), they upgraded me to the Armstrong Wing.  This was a very large room, with two windows, an outside door and a huge private bathroom.  Cream carpet and upholstery; flat screen TV; coffee/tea setup; good reading lamps; comfy sofa and chair.  Bathroom looked brand new and quite deluxe – separate shower with rainshower head; huge bathtub; chair; stool; toilet; sink and lots of lights.  They provided a folder with local information in the room.  The owners were very friendly and welcoming and mentioned that they had only been operating as a B&B for 3 months or so.  Breakfast was in their kitchen, made to order (no menus to be completed the night before); eaten with the owners who have several friendly, well behaved dogs.   

But there were 3 things that turned me off – (1) the room smelled strongly of dogs.  It was clean – no dog hairs, carpet vacuumed but as soon as I opened the door, I smelled dogs.  And sitting on the sofa was worse – I ended up getting a quilt from the closet and spreading it over the sofa, which was fine.  (2)The price was very high - £120 per night; I knew the price when I booked, but this was the first reservation I made and didn’t realize that in comparison to other B&B’s, it was expensive.  (3) It’s a fine line for B&B owners in terms of how helpful/intrusive they are and, while these owners were very nice, any conversation turned into 45 minutes which I didn’t need or want.  I tried traditional hints, like edging away, shifting my packages from hand to hand, but they just offered me a chair.  My room had it’s own entrance which opened onto a patio in process with a fair amount of bricks and assorted rubble – no matter, I used that whenever possible.  And cursed the gravel when the noise of my tires alerted the owners that I was home and they opened the front door to welcome me in…  So, I won’t stay there again for all 3 reasons;  others who don’t mind dogs or have a lot of spare time to chat, might not mind the cost. 

Dinner:  The room info suggested Anglers Arms, which was only 4 miles away.  I turned down the table they offered next to the toilets and requested any other which made them rather snippy, along the lines of “you just tell me what you want”.  Ignored him; it was Pie Night so I had a steak & ale pie, half-pint of Magners and lemon-lime cheesecake w/ginger crust. £17.  Steak was tasty, crust a bit soggy and the cheesecake was a huge slab which I couldn’t finish but was very good. 

FRI, JUNE 16, grey & cool

The night before I passed a sign for Brinkburn Priory so I decided to check it out, and very glad I did.  An English Heritage site; car park is at the top of a hill and it’s a nice walk down to the site, along a rushing river.  The EH lady asked my age, charged me the concessionaire price and told me that there are no signs, so recommended I purchase a guidebook…which I did (good salesmanship!)  The priory itself is an empty church – plain, with a Victorian red tile floor, some stained glass windows and a high, arched, wooden ceiling.  It was fine but nothing spectacular.   

However, the adjacent Manor House was like nothing I’ve ever seen before.  It’s a combination of architectural styles and renovations over the ages and the family moved out in 1953.  Due to extensive dry rot, the interior has been gutted down to the stone and only the ground floor and basement can be visited.  It was very eerie walking through the empty, echoing rooms;  in some, the wooden window shutters are still there; scraps of wallpaper remain on some walls; ceilings are partially demolished but some plasterwork & fancy moldings still exist; original room doors (minus door knobs) are there and can be pushed open or closed.  The grand staircase to the second floor has only a piece of plywood nailed across it but you can look up and see two more floors, partially gutted, gaping holes in the plaster; rough edges of wooden lathe.  And, even more amazing to me is that weddings are held in the priory and the receptions (at least the drinks part) are held in the house.  They don’t put down any carpet or “pretty it up”.  Just imagine that – the bride in a beautiful dress; guests all dressed up; in an empty shell of a house.  Sounds like a ghost story.  Spent 90 minutes and this unexpected detour was very worthwhile. 

Off to Rothbury.  Somewhere on some web site, I found a self-guided walking tour of Rothbury’s “Heritage Trail” which was a good intro to this bustling market town.  All local shops and people going about their day to day lives.  Went into an antique shop that was jammed with items – several years ago, I saw a small dish commemorating the commonwealth nations at the time of Elizabeth’s coronation; the shop was closed so I couldn’t buy it but have been looking for something similar.  This seemed a likely spot but no commonwealth specific items, so instead I bought a little cup issued for George VI’s coronation with a photo of king, queen & both princesses.  I suspect I overpaid but I’ve never seen anything like it and it’s a fun memento of my morning in Rothbury.  Had a late lunch at the busy Tomlinson’s Café (they support cyclists, even having an adjacent bunkhouse for riders).  Food was OK. 

Zipped off to Herterton Gardens, about which Great British Gardens days “The gardens at Herterton House are one of the North's finest.”   Herterton House Gardens will come as a delightful surprise to anyone who visits them. Hailed by well-known British garden writer, Robin Lane-Fox, as “one of the most influential English gardens to be created since the end of World War II”, they have been created by a husband and wife team, Frank and Marjorie Lawley, over the last 40 years”.  In less than an acre, this couple created four or five distinct gardens.  I was very interested to see little-known garden that gets rave reviews and shows the results of just two people.  It closed @ 5 and I arrived @ 4;  there was no one in the potting shed to collect my £5 admission fee so I tucked it under a trowel.  The nursery garden was underwhelming and looked like exactly what is was – a place for plants no one wanted to buy; sparse and a bit sad.  But the fancy garden was more like it – parterre, statues and then…. the flower garden which was my favorite.  Topiary, winding paths, borders, floofy, foaming flowers in distinct color groupings (a photo display in the gazebo explained that Marjorie Lawley designed the gardens to resemble either oriental rugs or modern art by Klee.)  It had that casual, un-manicured look that takes years of planning and maintaining to accomplish.  A panorama of heights, widths and colors.  I was approached by an elderly gentleman from the house, who introduced himself as Frank Lawley and said that he hadn’t had any visitors all day, so was planning to close the gate but that he was delighted to see me and I should take all the time I wanted.  He encouraged me to look at the exhibit in the gazebo to learn about what it looked like when they bought the place, photos of them clearing out barrowfuls of stuff, precise, architectural-like plans of each garden with notes about height, seasons, etc.  Very impressive to see the starting point and what they accomplished.   He also suggested I see the Physic garden (I’m never struck by these) and the formal garden in the front – lots of topiary created using complementary shades of green & yellow shrubs.  He mentioned that he had been about to make tea for his wife, who is poorly, and that if I needed anything, I should knock on the front door.  A gracious man who kindly spent time chatting with an unexpected visitor.  (He has written a book which I would have bought but he only takes cash and I didn’t have enough.) 

Took a scenic drive (they’re all scenic!) back to B&B; detoured to Fontburn Reservoir just to see it.  One lane road took me through sheep fields and I stopped to take photos – a little beep of a horn and I realized I was blocking a Royal Mail van, so moved and waved.  The reservoir is a big fishing area but was empty at day’s end so I walked around, listening the wind in the trees; waves lapping and birdies. 

SAT, JUNE 17, sunny

Today I was driving through Northumberland Park en route to Melrose for the Borders Book Festival.  A glorious drive through the park – blue skies, fluffy clouds, sun and panoramas of fields, forests, stone walls and lots of sheep.  Stopped several time to look at the cows & sheep and talk to them.  Drove through various hamlets – about 8 buildings, right smack dab on the roadside; no shop, no pub.  Thinking it could be bleak.  Then I came to Elsdon….a gem! 

Bigger village, large green, big church; newer houses in addition to the old ones.  I circled around behind the church and drove past a little wooden cottage on a slight hill, overlooking the green and church in front and the hills & sheep in the back, with a “To Let” sign (which I took a picture of, the sign that is).  Then, spotted a large stone tower and a plaque, so stopped the car and investigated.  The tower was Elsdon Tower, which has been renovated & is now a private home;  I only walked a few feet in the driveway, but that’s the house for me!  Historic, stone, windows glinting in the sun, huge copper beech tree, manicured lawn, globe sculpture, perched on a hill.  I had seen a man cutting the grass and he stopped, so I mentioned the house and he said it could be mine for £3.5 million.  He owns it, the house next door and the wooden cottage;  did all the renovations himself.  We talked about the village and that young people leave, but over 50% of residents are “incomers” now – people who didn’t grow up in the village (either retirees or people who work from their homes).  Said the village lost their school and pub, so without those, it’s difficult for a village to thrive; but, the pub is re-opening soon.  Talked about how no one wants to be a farmer and round up sheep in 4 feet of snow with howling winds.  I’m still thinking about that wooden cottage and wondering what it would be like to live there.  I may rent a holiday cottage for several weeks to get a feel for real life. 

Back on the A68, where it crosses the national border, there’s a parking area and caravan café run by a mother & daughter (mum is 75+).  I got a bacon sandwich which was much better than the ones I got in Newcastle (better bread).  I kept stopping to take photos so didn’t get to Melrose until just before lunch.  What a great drive.   

Parked in the car park across from the Abbey and walked to Harmony Gardens, the location of the Borders Book Festival.  I had intended to listen to some author lectures, but it was a hot day and even hotter in the tents so I bought a book, wandered the garden (meh) and went to the abbey instead.  That was great – what a site and the audio guide (free w/admission) was excellent - gave a thorough historical perspective, in addition to walking you through the ruins and telling you what you’re seeing.  Cistercian monastery which was purposely located in a secluded area, far from distractions and marauders.  They were great farmers and sheep raisers, so became rich; dissolution of the monasteries, etc.  I’ll have to read up on their history.  The ruins are well preserved and you can get a sense of its use throughout the ages.  Spent about 90 minutes here.   Walked around the town center and had lunch at the Dalgatty Tearoom – had a ham sandwich was fine, but the very slow and semi-sullen service would keep me from returning or recommending.   

On the road to my next lodging, Tillmouth Park Country House Hotel, in Cornhill-on-Tweed.  Somehow got turned around in Kelso and ended up going through the middle of town, instead of around.  Loved the hotel – a big old Victorian house with mostly original furnishings (e.g. paneling, lights, rugs, staircase, windows, etc.)  Several lounges with comfy sofas & chairs; a bar; billiard room; rod & gun room and formal dining room.  This was one of those places that really didn’t fit in geographically with my itinerary, but it was difficult to find a room for a Saturday night in June and the website sold me.  I called to discuss room selection and reserved the Tillside room – a gigantic, elegant room overlooking the rear lawn.  3 sets of tall windows; 4 poster bed; Recamier, pair of club chairs, dressing table, armoire, fireplace and chandelier on a dinner/bed/breakfast package (£209).   

Had drink in the drawing room, perused the dinner menu and off to the dining room.  I was concerned about dressing appropriately so specifically brought a black top and silk scarf, but didn’t need to worry since the other tables (about 8 tables) were casual – no jeans, but no jackets.  Starched linen tablecloth and napkin; heavy silver; - reminds of staying at Turnberry and MoretonHempsted when I was child (on paternal golfing trips).  Love it.  I had venison boboti (S. African minced venison w/curry sauce); trio of lamb (cutlet, chop & filet) w/celeriac mash and lemon tart.  Aaaahhhh.  All very good and satisfying to my soul.

SUN, JUNE 18, sunny

Today’s mission was Manderston House and gardens but it’s only open two days a week, from 11:30-5, so I went to the seaside town of Eyemouth in the morning.  Nice, long, curved beach with dog walkers, families and me.  Sat against the seawall for about 45 minutes people & cloud watching.  Walked to the marina and saw several seals right at the dock.  They snort & snuffle when they come up for air w/spotted bodies rolling under the water. 

Amazing scenery on the way to Manderston, in Duns.  “Manderston is the supreme country house of Edwardian Scotland; the swan-song of its era. A house on which no expense was spared with opulent staterooms, the only silver-staircase in the world and extensive "downstairs" domestic quarters. It stands in 56 acres of formal gardens, with magnificent stables and stunning marble dairy.”  Since the house isn’t open until 1:30, I started with the outbuildings and gardens.  Car park is near the stables and tea room.  Wow – mahogany stalls w/brass columns and porcelain trough; thick, thick carpet of hay in each stall.  Whole tack room with mahogany cabinets. 

The Marble Dairy was impressive in concept, but very small so a bit ho-hum.  I noticed the head gardener’s house on the way to the dairy – very nice indeed.  Noticed a cricket area with some activity as I worked my way through the gardens. Enjoyed the Woodland Garden most: on the other side of the lake, there are paths wending through shrubs, trees & rhododendrons; surprise nooks w/statues; each path leads to another path.  Most of the rhodos were past their prime but enough still had blooms to give a sense of what it must be like in prime blooming season!  Walls of blooms and not just the lavender colors that we see a lot here – scarlet, pink, apricot, white, cream.  I liked all the greens and the surprise of paths & nooks (plus, it was cool in here). 

Crossed the bridge to the formal gardens on the terraced area behind the house.  As their name indicates, these aren’t the fluffy, shaggy gardens I like, but instead well-proportioned, geometric designs with rose bushes embedded within designs; topiary shrubs; box hedges and gigantic hostas.  Croquet & tennis lawns too.    

Walked back to the cricket field to see if anything’s going on and there’s a team practicing – I really want to watch, but also want to have enough time to visit the house, so ask a spectator how long they’ll be playing and she said “hours and hours”.  So, off to the house. 

Spectacular and what is even more amazing is that this is a private home and the family still live here.  Bought my ticket and chatted with the admission lady, who passed me along to another guide to lead me to the rest rooms (it’s free flow, so you wander at your own pace; there are laminated info sheets in each room and guides).  Turns out that this guide, Ashley, is from Atlanta, Georgia and is always interested in fellow Americans;  I asked her how she ended up working at Manderston and she’s married to the head gardener!  Said it was a real love story; I was dying to ask more but didn’t.  Started going through the first room and noticed an older man wearing goofy Hawaiian shorts, sandals & a bright yellow polo shirt talking to Ashley and thought to myself “who is this yahoo, dressed like this?”  Then, it occurred to me that he seemed very relaxed and might be the Lord; listened to his voice and yep, sounded all BBC-ish.  He left and Ashley came past and mentioned that he was in fact the current lord.  Only 66, but looks older.  Eccentric aristocracy.  Guide said their money came from trading hemp & herring w/Russia way back; plus, there’s a biscuit connection (bought by Nabisco) and various other sources.  His son, Hugo, will inherit the title. 

Everyone makes a big deal about the silver staircase, which is impressive, but I was more struck by the grand rooms, which are made human-stature with comfy furniture, worn oriental rugs, books and many family photos.  There are a lot of rooms to see – ground floor ballroom, sitting rooms, dining room, library and second floor bedrooms, baths; plus the downstairs.  Truly an “Upstairs/Downstairs” sense – white tiled main hall & rooms; 56 bells connected to all the rooms; kitchens; storage rooms; larder; game room; curing room, etc.  The housekeeper’s room was large and nicely furnished – Mrs. Bridges never had it so good! 

I was starving and thirsty, but still had a cricket game to watch (and new lodging to drive to), so walked back to the team room for a sandwich to bring w/me to the match.  As promised, the match was still underway.  Many, many years ago I went to Kew on a glorious summer day and stumbled across a cricket match which has lived in my memory as a quintessential English day – all bound up with the Empire, young men in Flanders, good sports and other positives.  This had the same impact on me; can’t explain it, may not make sense, but it made me very happy. 

I didn’t really follow the game, but liked watching the ballet of running & hopping to throw overhand; fielders converging on the ball; batter running, etc.  After 30 minutes or so, they stopped for a tea break (they unpacked food & stuff, set up on a table behind the team benches).  Listened to folks chatting w/each other; fathers & sons; one man was passing around sandwiches and tea and offered them to me, I declined w/thanks but he wouldn’t accept my no, so I had cucumber sandwich – crustless, served from a toile porcelain dish.  Sigh.  Play resumes and I watched for another 30 minutes; the sandwich guy ran past me and asked “everything alright, here?”  Finally, left at 5:45.  A wonderful, wonderful day full of natural beauty and experiences. 

On the road to Traquair House, in Innerleithen, near Peebles.  More amazing scenery.  One narrow road had “Lambs on Road” signs so I drove very slowly and lo & behold, there sheep right at the roadside and lambs scurrying around them.  Took more photos.  Am staying at Traquair House for 3 nights – the oldest continuously inhabited home in Scotland.  Mary Stuart, among many royals, stayed there; Jacobites;  brewery;  another stately home where the family lives there and mere mortals can stay too.  I reserved the Pink bedroom, overlooking the maze, for 3 nights (about £100 night).  I arrived at 7:00 (long after the house was closed to the public) and called the assistant housekeeper, who opened the gates for me.  She showed me around and was very patient with my many questions; and brought me a light dinner tray (meats, salad, bread, oat cakes, chutney, cucumbers).  The room was spacious; a four poster bed with upholstered canopy; window shutters; several chairs; two large dressers; walk in closet; bookshelves full of interesting titles; TV; and various antique china doodads.   

MON, June 19, sunny

Had fancy breakfast in the “Still Room”, with linen cloth, silver, salt cellar, etc. (Just grapefruit, porridge, & toast, but I felt quite fancy).   

The house doesn’t open to the public until 11:30, but as a guest, I was able to wander through so spent several hours doing that.  (I’m starting to realize where “shabby chic” came from – antique furnishings, but paint dings on moldings, lumpy wallpaper, dusty bathroom pipes.  It’s not bad, just different.)  The household were always Jacobites and had secret hidey-holes for religious items, in case they were raided.  An attic room for the priest with a twisty staircase to the garden in case he had to escape.  Mary Stuart stayed here, with baby James & Lord Darnley.  Lots to see, so by the time I was done with the house it was 12:30, so saved the grounds for the next day. 

Hit the road for Jedburgh, and a few minutes away from Traquair, made a wrong turn and pulled into the Cabursten Coffee Shop to turn around.  What a fortuitous stop!  Very, very local; low key with homemade baked goods; local author’s books for sale.  Bought two sizeable rounds of shortbread for only £1 each.  Started eating one in the car – wow, was that good!!  Buttery, crumbly but moist, sugary top.  

In Jedburgh, went to Monteviot Gardens which didn’t strike a chord with me at all.  The blooms were generally past their prime and there wasn’t any background info about the history of the gardens – who, why, or when.  They’ve recently created an Imagination Garden with an arch of stones, a statue and paths but a sign explaining the concept would be helpful – it sure didn’t fire my imagination!  The Oriental Style Water Garden was a disappointment since the water was covered in algae and other than a bamboo stand, not sure what was oriental about it.  Several of the paths in the woodland, connecting the various gardens, were seriously overgrown.  It felt unkempt and cursory. 

Kept heading south to Jedburgh Abbey, which is right in the middle of this busy town.  Another good audio tour (included in admission fee).  Very different sense than at Melrose, which felt more serene & spiritual but interesting in comparison.   

Headed back to Traquair and a yen for pizza, so went to Franco’s in Peebles.  Not terribly welcoming and seemed a bit annoyed that I wanted take out (had to find the separate menu for take away, told me wait in the stairwell, etc.)  Got a calzone instead which was only OK. 

TUE, June 20, sunny

Before breakfast, I walked around the grounds, following their “Woodland Walks” leaflet which provides a map and great background on eight locations within the walk – very well done.  Also points out trees and creatures to see along the way.  Nice walk through the woods, past the diverted stream which was a 17th & 18th century “Ladies Bathing Pool”  Spent 45 minutes and didn’t finish the walk, so will save for this evening.   

En route to Kelso for Floors Castle, I again passed Cabursten Coffee Shop and stopped in for more shortbread.  Got to Floors @ 11:30 – admission was the highest so far, £11.50.  Compared to the other stately homes, I thought this was an inferior experience.  The docents were informative and very chatty, but there aren’t rooms open to the public.  Manderston was 3 floors and lots of rooms, whereas this was about 5 rooms and 3 more rooms full of display cases of stuff.  Sure glad I didn’t buy the £5 guidebook!  Only spent an hour in the house and that included three long conversations with the docents.  Stopped into the Courtyard Café at the house for a slice of walnut & coffee, 2 layer cake (£3), which was very dry – possibly stale.  Waste of money & calories. 

Following a guide’s suggestion, I drove to the car park for their Walled Garden (you need to show your ticket to get in.)  Now, that’s a garden!  Huge, deep and wide, glorious banks of flowers – good combination of heights, colors and species.  Very large garden, with many paths to walk down.  Glasshouses didn’t have much in them; Millennium Garden (a parterre featuring two letters M and the owners’ initials) was well done but ho-hum. Spent about 90 minutes in the garden, which was totally worth visiting but wouldn’t bother with the house or café. 

Drove four minutes to the town of Kelso and wandered all over the downtown area. Lots of charity shops!  And butchers and bakers.  Kelso Abbey is the smallest of the three abbeys and not much to see or imagine. 

Bought a sandwich at Sainsbury and back to Traquair where I finished the Woodland Walk, along the river, with setting sun views of the Tweed, fields, and forest.  I don’t know if those are “sunlit uplands” but that’s what I think of. 

WED, June 21, gray

On my way out the door at Tracquair en route to my next stop, I chatted quite a bit with the housekeeper and another lady, then hopped in my car….got to the main road and for some reason, realized that I hadn’t put my suitcase in the car!  All that chatting distracted me but thank heavens I thought of it before I was an hour away!  Disaster averted, I headed off to Thirlestane Castle in Lauder.  (Stopped at Caburston Coffee Shop again for shortbread – warm from the oven, yum, yum!) 

Thirlestane Castle - Interesting exterior which reflects multiple centuries of additions & enhancements. The interior, other than the ornate plaster ceilings, was generally Victorian. The info sheets in each room were comprehensive and the stewards in each room were very informative (sometimes a bit too chatty - hard to get away since I didn't want to hurt their feelings). They pointed out key items or tidbits of info and were able to answer all my questions. I particularly enjoyed the nursery rooms on the top floor since those spaces aren't usually included in tours of stately homes. 

Had a quick sandwich in their tearoom and off on a long drive to Budle Hall (near Bamburgh).  The GPS directed me via the A1 but I wanted a scenic drive so had long but very nice drive on local roads.  Stopped in Flodden Field and went into the quaint church but didn’t walk to the memorial overlooking the field since I was focused on getting to Budle Hall.  Sailed along roads, high in the hills, spotted a huge cow and pulled over to check it out.  Realized he was a bull and in a separate field from the cows, with a wire fence between them.  He was in fine form – pawing ground, throwing dirt and bellowing.  Another bull in a field across the street bellowed back.  Took a lot of pictures – they were BIG!  Also drove through a sign-posted “lambs on road” section at a snail’s pace and this time there actually were lambs on the road.  They are too stinking cute.   

Got to Budle but was a bit confused where the B&B was, so called and it turns out I was about 200 feet away…who knew?  Anyway, the house is a large stone home, with sheep fields next to it (I liked watching the sheep graze and huddle and didn’t mind a b-a-a-a-a or two).  For some reason, I was a bit atwitter after a long day but the owner, Celia, was welcoming and gracious.  She set me up with a pot of tea & banana bread in the living room so I relaxed for an hour before heading out for dinner.  I had reserved the Red room, which was not en-suite but the bathroom was across the hall, and since all the other rooms had en-suites, it was my very own private bathroom – just had to walk across the hall to it.  (A dressing gown was provided for that purpose.)  The room was large, nice window seat overlooking the fields, comfortable bed, good lighting and a TV; and a full bookcase; plus the normal tourist info.   

I wanted a low key dinner, so Celia recommended the Castle Inn pub in Bamburgh.  Maps are deceptive and I thought Bamburgh was 20 minutes away – hah!  It was 3 minutes.  I really liked the Castle Inn;  it was bustling w/locals but I found a corner table in the bar.  Had their special:  beef with wine sauce served in a Yorkshire pudding with carrots, peas & mashed.  Beef was fork tender and the Yorkshire pudding was eggy and crisp exterior, just like it should be.  Had a small glass of cider (half-pint?) and a soda to dilute the effects!  This was a great place with a nice vibe;  families, singles, buddies, etc.   

THU, June 22, gray

Breakfast at Budle Hall was at a shared table in the dining room (submitted menu the night before).  Had porridge and toast which was fine.  Not much conversation which was also fine.  Since the trip so far had been very busy and go-go-go, I needed a lazy day so decided to spend time at the beach & locally. 

At Celia’s suggestion, I did the 1 ¼ mile walk along the beach from Budle Hall to Bamburgh Castle (the posted entrance was across the street, to the right about 50 yards).  The beach is a wide swath of sand since the tide goes out very far; rippled sand bed with puddles of water; tall dunes;  later, it changed to lots of flat black rock that looked volcanic, seaweed clumps on the rocks, tide pools;  people walking dogs in both directions; once I passed the Beacon light, saw the castle ahead.  More people walking (with & without dogs) now.  Very peaceful and relaxing. 

At the castle walked up a sandy path to the green in front of the castle;  debated going in but decided not to since today was going to be a relaxing, no “shoulds” day.  Found “The Pantry” and got a turkey sandwich and soda which I ate on a bench in the park.  Lots of people heading to the castle; lots more walking around the town.  I was going to take the bus from the village to Budle Hall but I waited 15 minutes and it didn’t arrive, so I called Celia (that morning, before I set off she had offered to pick me up if I didn’t want to wait for the hourly bus).  To me, that “taxi” service seemed above & beyond so I appreciated it very much.  Back at the hall, I realized that they only accept cash so I had to drive to Seahouses for the closest ATM. 

On the way to Seahouses, I stopped in Bamburgh to visit St. Aidan’s church - so impressive.  It’s clearly very much in use, but is historic and has a dark wood beamed ceiling, bright stained glass plus various other historic things.  Excellent laminated guide to the church on the table of pamphlets.  Cemetery is interesting too.  And, outside the church gate, along the sidewalk, there’s a display case for village notices & flyers and I spotted a concert that night on Holy Island – pipes and fiddles, so tucked that idea away. 

Seahouses is busy and sea-side tacky but the ATM is convenient at the roundabout in the center of town so I got my cash and left town.  I wanted to go to the beach, so drove to Beadnell and parked on the roadside near a dune path.  Climbed over two stiles, up a steep narrow sandy path down to a really nice beach.  Fishermen, dog walkers, kite flyers not to mention waves, birds and clouds.  I found a little tussock in the dunes and sat there for over an hour; the sun was out and I could have taken a nap if it was flat.  Ah, I really love the sea. 

Back to Budle Hall and then off to Lindisfarne (Holy Island) for the concert.  I had wanted to go there but when I found out the Castle is closed until April 2018 for restoration, I decided not to go.  So, this was fortuitous.  The concert was planned in conjunction with the tides and the flyer clearly stated that the causeway would be open (I double checked the tide tables just to be sure…)  It’s an odd sensation driving on a narrow road over wet sand and tidal pools.  There are 2 weather beaten refuge boxes on stilts in case you’re on foot and get stuck (or have to leave your car to the ocean).   

Walked the short distance from the car park to the center of town and located the Village Hall, which was the site of the concert.  Just a bit further I saw the Crown & Anchor Inn; no food was served in the garden but I sat at a table in the bar for a bleu cheese burger, ½ pint of cider and soda. Burger was just OK (not much flavor and oddly, couldn’t taste the bleu cheese at all); but it was a pleasant meal.  After dinner, walked around the priory and cemetery before the concert. 

Concert was fun – a full house of about 70 people (£7 admission).  A married couple where the husband played the small pipes (Northumbria’s version which has arm-pumped bellows).  She played fiddle, Swedish stringed thing and sang.  It was folk music but not dirge-like;  one song was a crowd favorite and they sang along.  I stayed for a little over an hour and then drove back to Budle Hall.  

FRI, June 23, gray

Light breakfast at Budle Hall of cereal.  Funny conversation with the other six guests.  Someone asked where I was from, so I said Connecticut, in the states.  They asked along the lines of “what’s there” and I mentioned Yale University; not much reaction, so I added fall foliage; still not much so I said “we’re one of the original 13 colonies”.  Well, that sure got a reaction!  Seemed like a wince followed by odd chuckles…like I had said something quite embarrassing.  I smiled inside.   

Said goodbye to Celia, my hostess at Budle Hall and complimented her on her ability to tread the fine line of being available to guests & welcoming without being a pest.  She said it takes a while to develop that sense and that I would be very welcome to return.   

My plan for the day was Chillingham Castle but it didn’t open until after lunch, so I decided to go to Alnwick Garden in the morning.  I had debated with myself about Alnwick since it sounded rather commercial and “big business” but so many garden books, articles, etc. mentioned Alnwick that I felt delinquent as a tourist if I didn’t go.  Bah humbug!!  I think it was a rip off starting with the £3 parking charge (no other stately home or garden charged to park!) and the £11 entry fee for the garden only (their “deal” for the gardens & house was £25).   

My impression of a very commercial outfit was reinforced as you walk in, past a pond with an owl & pussycat in a boat and motion-activated recording burbling about a princess and a mystery.  On the way to the ticket counters, you pass two gigantic, tree-sized books and ads with fairy tale characters.  There were some school groups there so it would seem that’s one demographic they’re targeting.  I had been intrigued by descriptions of their “contemporary” gardens.  The Poison Garden….sheesh.  It has a locked gate, admission is by a guide-led group only and some of the plants are encased in wrought iron cages.  I admit that the guide had some interesting info & stories about the plants (for example, daffodil bulbs are poisonous so knights carried a daff bulb as their cyanide pill), but she was on a tight schedule of 20 minutes so not a lot of time to ask questions (no lingering allowed – she told people to stay together).  I liked the huge beech tree tunnels curving up and along the hillside, next to the fountains.  The Formal Gardens were impressive – lots of rooms w/boxwood hedges and flurries of blooms.  Large enough that the crowds were dispersed.  The Rose Garden was also impressive – as you entered, waves of scent enveloped you.  Zillions of species – single petals, doubles, triples; cream, apricot, red, pinks; stripes. Bushes and climbing; trellises. 

So, I’ll eat my words somewhat – it is very commercial but if you ignore that, and the cost, then some of the gardens are impressive. 

From there, zipped over to Chillingham which I LOVED!  As one TA review said, “it’s like all the junk from a family’s attic or cellar” – they felt it wasn’t a proper house but I happily spent 4 hours there.  You definitely need to buy the room guide since it contains so many details about items in the rooms, plus commentary by the current Lord Wakefield (who seems like a real character). 

What a family – explorers, sportsmen, adventurers, etc.  An ancestor settled Adelaide since the govt didn’t want Australia to be known only as a penal colony.  The current lord and his uncle climbed Everest.  And the stories keep going.  The family lived in India and returned after the partition, shipping back households of stuff…including brass elephant armor which is displayed in the armory.  Lots of photos of princes and family members scattered around.  Their family crest is a bat – it’s on the huge weathervane, embroidered on napkins, carved into fireplaces, etc.  Piles of invitations to royal events stacked on windowsills.  Stray, dusty piles of parchment documents on another windowsill.  Gems upon gems.  Every room had so many fascinating things to look at.  The room stewards knew about everything and had interesting stories about them.  I think I remember something about Mick Jagger and an antique bathtub.   

The parterre garden was nice but a mere nothing compared to the house.  (He also has a herd of wild cattle that you can only see with a guide since they’re dangerous.  I skipped them.)  The tea room was spectacular – both the room and the food.  It’s the undercroft, with a minstrel’s gallery on one end and a huge fireplace on the other end.  Big mullioned windows, various pikes, lances & animal heads on the walls; vaulted ceiling.  I had a ham & cheese toastie which was like an American grilled cheese and ham – melted cheese oozing over the crust; I think there was a salad but who knows.  I came back on my way out to buy a slice of Madeira cake for the long road trip to Edinburgh. 

I would go back to Chillingham again and recommend it to people who appreciate quirky and off-beat places. 

Hit the road to the Ibis Budget Edinborough Park hotel where I was staying for two nights.  A £long drive but found the hotel fairly easily.  It’s in a corporate business park, west of Edinborough proper and close to the airport.  The Royal Highland Show was going on at the nearby show grounds (I was going there the next day) and all the hotels in the surrounding area were either fully booked or charging crazy prices, like $250 a night.  So, this “cocoon” style Ibis was a bargain at only £125 per night plus it was right across from the Gyle tram station which stopped outside the show ground entrance.  There were pro’s and con’s:  all hotel staff were very helpful;  room was small but had great lighting, ceiling, over bed, next to bed, over desk, over sink, in shower, etc.  The shower had super water pressure.  TV was good location; wifi worked well.  They had a restaurant and I got a tasty chicken pizza to take to my room, so that was very handy.  They also sell sandwiches, beverages, snacks which is good because there’s no where around to buy anything.  

BUT, the walls are super thin since I heard full conversations from the people in the room next to mine and the bed pillows were the hardest, weirdest pillows I’ve ever encountered.  For the second night, I balled up my fleece jacket and used that as my pillow – infinitely superior.  I think a lot of people would be shocked if they hadn’t carefully studied the text & photos on Ibis’ site.  I knew there was no closet (just a shelf & hooks) and didn’t care; I could see that the bed practically touched the wall so there was no extra room; I saw that the shower door was frosted (several people in the lobby bar complained non-stop about the door and how they would have to leave the room when someone showered).  All in all, if the room rate was £70-80 a night, I would have been happy, but for £125 it grated on me. 

SAT, June 24, gray

Tram to Royal Highland Show.  Grey and very blowy – ended up buying a fleece sweatshirt.  I spent 7-8 hours there, mostly looking at sheep and cows.  I walked through the farm equipment area, got a bacon sandwich, scooted through the shopping/craft tents and went to the animals.  I saw all kinds of sheep and cows; watched sheep being judged by solemn people in white lab coats; visited w/cows in their pens; saw parades of grand champions and champions; looked at Clydesdales and other working horses (so tall); marveled at miniature horses; watched sheep shearing and the competition among the people who fluff & fold the skins (quite intense – who knew?)  Wandered past stalls selling all kinds of specialty items – hoof blackeners, bridle stuff and clothing for specific roles.  Grabbed a sandwich from M&S and sat on the grass to rest my back & feet.   

The main events were finished and so was I.  Tram back to Ibis and a sandwich from their snack selection for dinner. 

Overall thoughts:

I thought Newcastle was great and will go back again since I feel like there’s still more to see (considering that i spent 2 days elsewhere – Tynemouth and Durham).   

Driving was very easy and swooping up and down the hills, with the patchwork of fields, sun & clouds was glorious.

In general, prices at lodgings, restaurants, shops & cafes were reasonable (versus Iceland or Norway, where a trip to the convenience store for sodas & candy bars costs $20+).

I should have done a better job with the itinerary since I backtracked several times.  Also, would try not to change lodging so often (just my personal

Northumbrian beaches are amazing.

I will definitely return – am thinking about renting a house near the Cheviot hills in late January/early February since I like cold weather and wind.  Or, maybe somewhere nearer the sea.  I have to ponder.

Anyway, I know this has been a long, detailed trip report but I get so much help from Fodors’ posters that I wanted to share my experience.  Hope it’s of interest to first time travelers or old hands.

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Psychic Archeology

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Psychic Archeology

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I had the chance to interview Stephan Schwartz, who has been pioneering “psychic archaeology,” where physics ‘sense’ the location of an ancient site by drawing circles on the map.

One of his projects was in Egypt where they found Cleopatra’s palace and Mark Anthony’s Palace- the Timonium and the Light House of Pharaohs, one of the seven wonders of the ancient world. He shows me pictures, where they are busy discovering the edge of the ship.

They used electronic remote sensing equipment like side-scan sonars or proton precision magnetometers and ground penetrating radars.

Schwartz: “I always want to see: could you have found this using electronic sources? Because one of the criticisms is that: Well anybody could’ve found it.

I use multiple remote viewers, I get the information before we go to the site, I get additional information before we are at the site. Some of this info is turned over to a third party before any actual field work is done. Then we dig and then we have independent experts evaluate the accuracy of what the viewers gave us compared to what was actually found.”

Schwartz enthusiastically showed me pictures on his computer: “Now here’s an example – we had a very skeptical archaeological department from the university of Alexandria and they said ‘Well we’re not going to cooperate with you unless you can find something and we can control it all the way through.’ And so they wanted to find a buried building in a buried city that had a tiled floor.And so we went with two psychics into the desert looking for this one spot.

So here’s George McMullen – a psychic, and I, and we’re out in the middle of the desert. Where would you look? And we have to search about 1500 square kilometres. Well after a while we had George make a location and then we had Hella Hamid (another psychic) do the same thing. Then we bring George back in and we literally say to him-‘now put a stake in the ground at the corners of the building.’ Now think about that, you can’t be more than a few inches off. So then we dug down and there you see the walls beginning to emerge.”

I asked him why aren’t more people doing the kind of archaeological research that he has been doing?

Schwartz: “I think probably underlying it all is, that the whole premise which says that there is an aspect of consciousness which is independent of time space- is simply too much for some people to take aboard and they go into a kind of reality vertigo.

I don’t think for a moment that this is new or previously unknown; I think that much of this particularly from Buddhism and Hinduism has been known for thousands of years.”

SCIENCE FICTION?

Stephan talked about Jules Verne, father of science fiction, who was an inspiring French writer.

He envisioned in 1863 space flight and trips to the moon, guided missiles, skyscrapers of glass and steel, global communications networks, and submarines carrying hundreds of men miles below the surface of the sea. He predicted with startling accuracy all of these inventions, and the things that would be accomplished by them, long before they became reality. Some believe that many of these insights were self-fulfilling. This may very well be the case.

Schwartz then told me how over the past years he has asked about 4000 people to remote view the year 2050. This is what they found according to Schwartz:

People will live in small communities; People will travel in virtual reality.

Will it be safer? No there will be small wars, and terrorism will still be there.

We now think that because of overpopulation there will be a shortage of resources, but they ‘saw’ that under-population will be the problem. The pharmaceutical industry will disappear. Chronic illnesses will be identified before birth. We will communicate through devices that are implanted in our bodies. There will be no more money being used. There will be an energy revolution, and huge mass migrations of people. Global warming will be very clear 15 years from now. Water will be a huge issue. And we will all carry a small box with us. (RS: maybe a solar battery?)

A REMOTE VIEWER

Remote viewing has gone from being an obscure laboratory protocol to a social movement with its newsletters, conferences and variety of techniques. It has become a vocational interest for hundreds of thousands of people in the US.

Paul Smith, a teacher and Chief Coordinator for the CIA spy program in the 90’s, actually conducts real remote viewing sessions.

There are a variety of people all teaching different techniques. There are rules in RV to ensure the information one is obtaining could not be accessible to the psychic through any other means.

These rules, taken as a set, are called “the Protocol”.The protocol does not affect one being psychic; it doesn’t have much to do with the psychic process itself. Rather, it affects the situation one is being psychic within.

Paul Smith was taught by Ingo Swann, who compiled a set of methods in the 1980s.

I had to pick up him up at his home in a suburb of Austin (Texas) and we drove to a conference room in a hotel where he usually holds his RV sessions.

Paul Smith: ” I was an army Intelligence officer working at the Middle East desk. Actually I was a mild sceptic of ESP, but they approached me and said “Hey we think you’d be good at this thing.” I said well what is it? And they were secretive and said they could not tell me until they had tested me. So they gave me some tests and then they told me that they were collecting intelligence against the enemy using a psychic skill known as Remote Viewing, and they said: “We want you to be a psychic spy.” And I said- ‘WHAT? That’s just amazing. Are you crazy?’ Obviously this looked like it would be pretty fun. A lot more fun than what I was doing at the time, so I said: ‘okay I’ll try it, what the heck’. So I spent 7 years in their military program. And we were used to spy on the Soviet Union; to spy on the Chinese, the Hezbolah; Narco traffickers in the Caribbean- whatever or whoever they thought to be a threat at the time.”

I did a simple test with Smith. A week before we met, I had visited the Balboa Park in San Diego, and filmed around the area, and in particular the Apollo space shuttle in the Aerospace Museum. I left the tape with the footage in an adjacent room in the hotel. I asked Smith if he could ‘see’ the video footage on the film.

Smith prides himself on best preserving the methodology. He meditated first before he began the session.

Smith: “First I will describe the basic sensory impressions: its red, its spongy, its shiny, its rounded, hollow, or airy.”

He told me he teaches remote viewing because there is a demand for it, and as a way of making some income for his family. He added, “But more to the point I think remote viewing tells us a lot about human nature.”

For proper remote viewing you need a monitor. So Paul has asked one of his pupils to help him focus and prevent him from thinking or analyzing too much. This is because the left brain does all the analysis, but a remote viewer needs to shut the left brain down, so somebody (the monitor) has got to perform the adult functions so to speak.

I asked him, “So you’re not supposed to think too much?”

Smith: “Exactly, in fact the more you think, the more trouble you get into. Remote viewing is easy to learn but it takes a lot of work to get good at it. I would say that I am on target significantly more often than I am off. I usually say roughly 70% of the time I am correct.”

Smith explained how you have to first write down your name and date on a piece of paper: “Remote viewing crosses space and time boundaries so we have to lock in where you are at so that your subconscious mind knows where you are starting.”

After three minutes of meditation, Paul started the remote viewing session. Could he ‘see’ what is on my video tape?

Smith said: “Southern California setting, I see educational corners, remind me of having kids at a pool. Motor speedway, fascinating California coast.”

Indeed now that I think of it: The Balboa Park is next to the highway. There is a pond.

Paul seemed to describe the whole area, and not just the aerospace museum I had visited. There is an education centre. This was quite incredible.

Smith continued: “Brown, black, metallic… I like this place- I would like to go there myself. People here are thrilled- It reminds me of a state fair or something like that….Break… “A space capsule”.

The session ended after about half an hour. How many words are there in the English dictionary? 171.476. So the chances are 1 to 171.476 that Paul would mention the word: “space capsule.” Or was he reading my mind? Although that would be quite a miracle in itself. I left a brochure of the San Diego Air Space Museum in my hotel room, and brought it to him.

Smith: “That’s exactly what I sketched! Did I sketch that? And the space capsule right here. I had this impression of this tapering space capsule just like the Apollo. That’s good! I’m impressed with that.”

I asked him if he is not actually reading my mind?

Smith:” I don’t think so, but who knows? There’s no way of knowing. Maybe we just all gain information from the same source or we just trade the information back and forth.”

I soon learned that mind reading or telepathy does not typically happen between strangers.

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I had the chance to interview Stephan Schwartz, who has been pioneering “psychic archaeology,” where physics ‘sense’ the location of an ancient site by drawing circles on the map.

One of his projects was in Egypt where they found Cleopatra’s palace and Mark Anthony’s Palace- the Timonium and the Light House of Pharaohs, one of the seven wonders of the ancient world. He shows me pictures, where they are busy discovering the edge of the ship.

They used electronic remote sensing equipment like side-scan sonars or proton precision magnetometers and ground penetrating radars.

Schwartz: “I always want to see: could you have found this using electronic sources? Because one of the criticisms is that: Well anybody could’ve found it.

I use multiple remote viewers, I get the information before we go to the site, I get additional information before we are at the site. Some of this info is turned over to a third party before any actual field work is done. Then we dig and then we have independent experts evaluate the accuracy of what the viewers gave us compared to what was actually found.”

Schwartz enthusiastically showed me pictures on his computer: “Now here’s an example – we had a very skeptical archaeological department from the university of Alexandria and they said ‘Well we’re not going to cooperate with you unless you can find something and we can control it all the way through.’ And so they wanted to find a buried building in a buried city that had a tiled floor.And so we went with two psychics into the desert looking for this one spot.

So here’s George McMullen – a psychic, and I, and we’re out in the middle of the desert. Where would you look? And we have to search about 1500 square kilometres. Well after a while we had George make a location and then we had Hella Hamid (another psychic) do the same thing. Then we bring George back in and we literally say to him-‘now put a stake in the ground at the corners of the building.’ Now think about that, you can’t be more than a few inches off. So then we dug down and there you see the walls beginning to emerge.”

I asked him why aren’t more people doing the kind of archaeological research that he has been doing?

Schwartz: “I think probably underlying it all is, that the whole premise which says that there is an aspect of consciousness which is independent of time space- is simply too much for some people to take aboard and they go into a kind of reality vertigo.

I don’t think for a moment that this is new or previously unknown; I think that much of this particularly from Buddhism and Hinduism has been known for thousands of years.”

SCIENCE FICTION?

Stephan talked about Jules Verne, father of science fiction, who was an inspiring French writer.

He envisioned in 1863 space flight and trips to the moon, guided missiles, skyscrapers of glass and steel, global communications networks, and submarines carrying hundreds of men miles below the surface of the sea. He predicted with startling accuracy all of these inventions, and the things that would be accomplished by them, long before they became reality. Some believe that many of these insights were self-fulfilling. This may very well be the case.

Schwartz then told me how over the past years he has asked about 4000 people to remote view the year 2050. This is what they found according to Schwartz:

People will live in small communities; People will travel in virtual reality.

Will it be safer? No there will be small wars, and terrorism will still be there.

We now think that because of overpopulation there will be a shortage of resources, but they ‘saw’ that under-population will be the problem. The pharmaceutical industry will disappear. Chronic illnesses will be identified before birth. We will communicate through devices that are implanted in our bodies. There will be no more money being used. There will be an energy revolution, and huge mass migrations of people. Global warming will be very clear 15 years from now. Water will be a huge issue. And we will all carry a small box with us. (RS: maybe a solar battery?)

A REMOTE VIEWER

Remote viewing has gone from being an obscure laboratory protocol to a social movement with its newsletters, conferences and variety of techniques. It has become a vocational interest for hundreds of thousands of people in the US.

Paul Smith, a teacher and Chief Coordinator for the CIA spy program in the 90’s, actually conducts real remote viewing sessions.

There are a variety of people all teaching different techniques. There are rules in RV to ensure the information one is obtaining could not be accessible to the psychic through any other means.

These rules, taken as a set, are called “the Protocol”.The protocol does not affect one being psychic; it doesn’t have much to do with the psychic process itself. Rather, it affects the situation one is being psychic within.

Paul Smith was taught by Ingo Swann, who compiled a set of methods in the 1980s.

I had to pick up him up at his home in a suburb of Austin (Texas) and we drove to a conference room in a hotel where he usually holds his RV sessions.

Paul Smith: ” I was an army Intelligence officer working at the Middle East desk. Actually I was a mild sceptic of ESP, but they approached me and said “Hey we think you’d be good at this thing.” I said well what is it? And they were secretive and said they could not tell me until they had tested me. So they gave me some tests and then they told me that they were collecting intelligence against the enemy using a psychic skill known as Remote Viewing, and they said: “We want you to be a psychic spy.” And I said- ‘WHAT? That’s just amazing. Are you crazy?’ Obviously this looked like it would be pretty fun. A lot more fun than what I was doing at the time, so I said: ‘okay I’ll try it, what the heck’. So I spent 7 years in their military program. And we were used to spy on the Soviet Union; to spy on the Chinese, the Hezbolah; Narco traffickers in the Caribbean- whatever or whoever they thought to be a threat at the time.”

I did a simple test with Smith. A week before we met, I had visited the Balboa Park in San Diego, and filmed around the area, and in particular the Apollo space shuttle in the Aerospace Museum. I left the tape with the footage in an adjacent room in the hotel. I asked Smith if he could ‘see’ the video footage on the film.

Smith prides himself on best preserving the methodology. He meditated first before he began the session.

Smith: “First I will describe the basic sensory impressions: its red, its spongy, its shiny, its rounded, hollow, or airy.”

He told me he teaches remote viewing because there is a demand for it, and as a way of making some income for his family. He added, “But more to the point I think remote viewing tells us a lot about human nature.”

For proper remote viewing you need a monitor. So Paul has asked one of his pupils to help him focus and prevent him from thinking or analyzing too much. This is because the left brain does all the analysis, but a remote viewer needs to shut the left brain down, so somebody (the monitor) has got to perform the adult functions so to speak.

I asked him, “So you’re not supposed to think too much?”

Smith: “Exactly, in fact the more you think, the more trouble you get into. Remote viewing is easy to learn but it takes a lot of work to get good at it. I would say that I am on target significantly more often than I am off. I usually say roughly 70% of the time I am correct.”

Smith explained how you have to first write down your name and date on a piece of paper: “Remote viewing crosses space and time boundaries so we have to lock in where you are at so that your subconscious mind knows where you are starting.”

After three minutes of meditation, Paul started the remote viewing session. Could he ‘see’ what is on my video tape?

Smith said: “Southern California setting, I see educational corners, remind me of having kids at a pool. Motor speedway, fascinating California coast.”

Indeed now that I think of it: The Balboa Park is next to the highway. There is a pond.

Paul seemed to describe the whole area, and not just the aerospace museum I had visited. There is an education centre. This was quite incredible.

Smith continued: “Brown, black, metallic… I like this place- I would like to go there myself. People here are thrilled- It reminds me of a state fair or something like that….Break… “A space capsule”.

The session ended after about half an hour. How many words are there in the English dictionary? 171.476. So the chances are 1 to 171.476 that Paul would mention the word: “space capsule.” Or was he reading my mind? Although that would be quite a miracle in itself. I left a brochure of the San Diego Air Space Museum in my hotel room, and brought it to him.

Smith: “That’s exactly what I sketched! Did I sketch that? And the space capsule right here. I had this impression of this tapering space capsule just like the Apollo. That’s good! I’m impressed with that.”

I asked him if he is not actually reading my mind?

Smith:” I don’t think so, but who knows? There’s no way of knowing. Maybe we just all gain information from the same source or we just trade the information back and forth.”

I soon learned that mind reading or telepathy does not typically happen between strangers.

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Psychic Archeology

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I had the chance to interview Stephan Schwartz, who has been pioneering “psychic archaeology,” where physics ‘sense’ the location of an ancient site by drawing circles on the map.

One of his projects was in Egypt where they found Cleopatra’s palace and Mark Anthony’s Palace- the Timonium and the Light House of Pharaohs, one of the seven wonders of the ancient world. He shows me pictures, where they are busy discovering the edge of the ship.

They used electronic remote sensing equipment like side-scan sonars or proton precision magnetometers and ground penetrating radars.

Schwartz: “I always want to see: could you have found this using electronic sources? Because one of the criticisms is that: Well anybody could’ve found it.

I use multiple remote viewers, I get the information before we go to the site, I get additional information before we are at the site. Some of this info is turned over to a third party before any actual field work is done. Then we dig and then we have independent experts evaluate the accuracy of what the viewers gave us compared to what was actually found.”

Schwartz enthusiastically showed me pictures on his computer: “Now here’s an example – we had a very skeptical archaeological department from the university of Alexandria and they said ‘Well we’re not going to cooperate with you unless you can find something and we can control it all the way through.’ And so they wanted to find a buried building in a buried city that had a tiled floor.And so we went with two psychics into the desert looking for this one spot.

So here’s George McMullen – a psychic, and I, and we’re out in the middle of the desert. Where would you look? And we have to search about 1500 square kilometres. Well after a while we had George make a location and then we had Hella Hamid (another psychic) do the same thing. Then we bring George back in and we literally say to him-‘now put a stake in the ground at the corners of the building.’ Now think about that, you can’t be more than a few inches off. So then we dug down and there you see the walls beginning to emerge.”

I asked him why aren’t more people doing the kind of archaeological research that he has been doing?

Schwartz: “I think probably underlying it all is, that the whole premise which says that there is an aspect of consciousness which is independent of time space- is simply too much for some people to take aboard and they go into a kind of reality vertigo.

I don’t think for a moment that this is new or previously unknown; I think that much of this particularly from Buddhism and Hinduism has been known for thousands of years.”

SCIENCE FICTION?

Stephan talked about Jules Verne, father of science fiction, who was an inspiring French writer.

He envisioned in 1863 space flight and trips to the moon, guided missiles, skyscrapers of glass and steel, global communications networks, and submarines carrying hundreds of men miles below the surface of the sea. He predicted with startling accuracy all of these inventions, and the things that would be accomplished by them, long before they became reality. Some believe that many of these insights were self-fulfilling. This may very well be the case.

Schwartz then told me how over the past years he has asked about 4000 people to remote view the year 2050. This is what they found according to Schwartz:

People will live in small communities; People will travel in virtual reality.

Will it be safer? No there will be small wars, and terrorism will still be there.

We now think that because of overpopulation there will be a shortage of resources, but they ‘saw’ that under-population will be the problem. The pharmaceutical industry will disappear. Chronic illnesses will be identified before birth. We will communicate through devices that are implanted in our bodies. There will be no more money being used. There will be an energy revolution, and huge mass migrations of people. Global warming will be very clear 15 years from now. Water will be a huge issue. And we will all carry a small box with us. (RS: maybe a solar battery?)

A REMOTE VIEWER

Remote viewing has gone from being an obscure laboratory protocol to a social movement with its newsletters, conferences and variety of techniques. It has become a vocational interest for hundreds of thousands of people in the US.

Paul Smith, a teacher and Chief Coordinator for the CIA spy program in the 90’s, actually conducts real remote viewing sessions.

There are a variety of people all teaching different techniques. There are rules in RV to ensure the information one is obtaining could not be accessible to the psychic through any other means.

These rules, taken as a set, are called “the Protocol”.The protocol does not affect one being psychic; it doesn’t have much to do with the psychic process itself. Rather, it affects the situation one is being psychic within.

Paul Smith was taught by Ingo Swann, who compiled a set of methods in the 1980s.

I had to pick up him up at his home in a suburb of Austin (Texas) and we drove to a conference room in a hotel where he usually holds his RV sessions.

Paul Smith: ” I was an army Intelligence officer working at the Middle East desk. Actually I was a mild sceptic of ESP, but they approached me and said “Hey we think you’d be good at this thing.” I said well what is it? And they were secretive and said they could not tell me until they had tested me. So they gave me some tests and then they told me that they were collecting intelligence against the enemy using a psychic skill known as Remote Viewing, and they said: “We want you to be a psychic spy.” And I said- ‘WHAT? That’s just amazing. Are you crazy?’ Obviously this looked like it would be pretty fun. A lot more fun than what I was doing at the time, so I said: ‘okay I’ll try it, what the heck’. So I spent 7 years in their military program. And we were used to spy on the Soviet Union; to spy on the Chinese, the Hezbolah; Narco traffickers in the Caribbean- whatever or whoever they thought to be a threat at the time.”

I did a simple test with Smith. A week before we met, I had visited the Balboa Park in San Diego, and filmed around the area, and in particular the Apollo space shuttle in the Aerospace Museum. I left the tape with the footage in an adjacent room in the hotel. I asked Smith if he could ‘see’ the video footage on the film.

Smith prides himself on best preserving the methodology. He meditated first before he began the session.

Smith: “First I will describe the basic sensory impressions: its red, its spongy, its shiny, its rounded, hollow, or airy.”

He told me he teaches remote viewing because there is a demand for it, and as a way of making some income for his family. He added, “But more to the point I think remote viewing tells us a lot about human nature.”

For proper remote viewing you need a monitor. So Paul has asked one of his pupils to help him focus and prevent him from thinking or analyzing too much. This is because the left brain does all the analysis, but a remote viewer needs to shut the left brain down, so somebody (the monitor) has got to perform the adult functions so to speak.

I asked him, “So you’re not supposed to think too much?”

Smith: “Exactly, in fact the more you think, the more trouble you get into. Remote viewing is easy to learn but it takes a lot of work to get good at it. I would say that I am on target significantly more often than I am off. I usually say roughly 70% of the time I am correct.”

Smith explained how you have to first write down your name and date on a piece of paper: “Remote viewing crosses space and time boundaries so we have to lock in where you are at so that your subconscious mind knows where you are starting.”

After three minutes of meditation, Paul started the remote viewing session. Could he ‘see’ what is on my video tape?

Smith said: “Southern California setting, I see educational corners, remind me of having kids at a pool. Motor speedway, fascinating California coast.”

Indeed now that I think of it: The Balboa Park is next to the highway. There is a pond.

Paul seemed to describe the whole area, and not just the aerospace museum I had visited. There is an education centre. This was quite incredible.

Smith continued: “Brown, black, metallic… I like this place- I would like to go there myself. People here are thrilled- It reminds me of a state fair or something like that….Break… “A space capsule”.

The session ended after about half an hour. How many words are there in the English dictionary? 171.476. So the chances are 1 to 171.476 that Paul would mention the word: “space capsule.” Or was he reading my mind? Although that would be quite a miracle in itself. I left a brochure of the San Diego Air Space Museum in my hotel room, and brought it to him.

Smith: “That’s exactly what I sketched! Did I sketch that? And the space capsule right here. I had this impression of this tapering space capsule just like the Apollo. That’s good! I’m impressed with that.”

I asked him if he is not actually reading my mind?

Smith:” I don’t think so, but who knows? There’s no way of knowing. Maybe we just all gain information from the same source or we just trade the information back and forth.”

I soon learned that mind reading or telepathy does not typically happen between strangers.

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